XV

The moments when you’re real with me are so few these days.

I sit and I watch you, and I watch the world. And I watch you exist in it. I watch you as you live your lie.

And I love you. Even as I watch you, I love you. Even as I know you, I love you. I love you and your lying life. I love who it shows that you are not. I love the person it shows you could progress to be. I love the person you are while I watch you being the person you are not.

How can I bring these two worlds to collision? How can I tear the curtain, enter the stratosphere, the black hole, the wonderland, the unknown – how can I bring all the thoughts in all the minds of all the organic and dynamic creations into one place and one time and align them all so that

You’ll see me. Seeing you. Seeing who you’re not and loving who you are.

The moments when you’re real with me are so few these days. But when they’re here, I am exhilarated by them.

The moments are so few but the aftershock is so full. I am full of it. I am full of you. I want to be full of you everyday.

But the moments… They’re so few.