Everything

Dear You,

       Where are you? It’s as though I can feel you from afar. Not likely, however, seeing as though I do not truly know you. So how can I feel you? Why do you haunt me? It is possible that this is simply a figment of my unruly supposition but- you probably don’t even know.

Uncertainty places it’s harsh fingertips across my back as to soothe me; though it mostly sides with the acuteness of despair, as to say, you know me but you cannot touch me. Explain to me the carelessness you carry as you stroll through the earth unaware of you’re ever present affect on me. How do you do it?

I am desperately curious.

You sting. Is it possible that we can append or even just coexist in ignorance of our remoteness. or am I asking too much? I’m always too much aren’t I. 

Believe me I’ve pondered this thought beyond belief however my conclusion continues to be I am thoroughly not understood. But no one knows that. 

No one ever really knows do they. Neither do you-although it is forgiven. You are too busy. As is everyone else. 

The world is too busy.

Far too busy for feelings, or even care. what happened to us?

Why don’t you care for me as I care for you? Is it that I am not good or pretty or even visible. You’re silent.

All I wish for is noise. Even if it is an inaudible mumbling; anything, as long as a sound tumbles past your lips. 

It doesn’t even have to mean something. 

I understand. I have to muster up enough courage to find you on this labyrinthine path. but I am willing. In fact, I won’t stop until I do. Have you as much hope as I do- or am I alone in this? 

Perhaps I had to be alone to find myself before I could allow my heart to find you. 

Perhaps this is the way our existence was destined. Before this world was shown to me, I was chosen for you. I know this. I can only hope you see this too.

You will.

Because I know you.

This is our perfection-leading me into you. 

I found you-as you will soon realize. 

When you do it will be everything. 

Love,

     Me