Just that far away

2:30 am.
Turning point.

I think too much
about the little things
that we should not forget,
just not keep in mind.

But I lie here,
in this bed
with a thought so powerful
that I literally shake...

(and cry)

...and yet I am unsure,
whether I cry because of happiness
or if it is sadness that enters me,
and evelopes everything that I hold dear

this...passion passing past me,
and I watch myself follow.
Foot and step, footsteps stop.

Listen...silence,
except for the pounding of rain on the roof
because someone cries for what I have done.
What I have let loose on My soul.
This...
...I don't know what it is.
I don't know what anything is anymore,
or what things mean.
But still I exist,
in a bed somewhere,
centuries behind myself.

Well, isn't this something?
Here and there, and nowhere
all at once.

City burner.
House builder.
Architect to the great nameless society where I am
but a pebble in a rocky, rumbly, tumbly world.
Pray tell me where I am,
in a bed somewhere,
centuries behind myself.

Maybe it's you, or maybe it's
me holding you that does this to me.
That places me in an uncertain place,
possessing planetary powers capable
of destroying me,
or enlightening my world
where I lay,
in a bed-ridden world,
with two in a bed

(Or two in a heart,
or a place wehre hearts meet
and keep in touch
while touches keep them sweet)
Perhaps...

...or perhaps not...

...perhaps revolving around these feelings
lets me unhinge the doors which I have been
a prisoner behind.
Fed nothing.
But it is I who have starved my soul to the point of envy.
(For every person who's found happiness,
just in case you couldn't figure it out)

This surrealness planted plainly in my head.
So please unlock the door.
Or I'll use the key you've given me,
ot the door or to your heart or to both.
Great.
Gone again.
Lost the key, but got it back.
Keep it close to me always,
because I'm unsure if more doors await me.
Scratch that, because I'm sure more doors await me
and becaseu dreams are never far off.
Wait around the corner.
I'll be there.
Laughing.

Cause I've finally figured out why I'm here,
in this bed...

...to provide a purpose.
To let you and I breathe a little easier.
To help us continue to be this way.
To fight and to fall.
To feel.

But I've only gotten this far so far.
It already feels great.
Do I deserve another key?
Oh well, nevermind.
I'm used to going hungry.
I'm used to it all as my mirage.

Wowzers!!
Time flies when you don't think.
But I know how much we really do...
...think?
...love?
...feel?
All of the above my love.
I share with you
the joy of the rain and the freedom
that comes from being here.
Holding you as such where my heart meets yours
on an open road with many routes and many choices.
Where my heart meets yours and we are
just that far away from each other.
Just that close to being a little more human

Humans being as such as none have tried to be before
We wore this skin before.
I can tell by the cuts
that others have made in it.
But that is why I'm here,
in this bed with you, both as a complete stranger
and as someone you've known your whole life
because you and I are the same.

You sleep...tired?
I am too.
Losing consciousness,
but before I do.
I wish you
to go to

My dream.
It waits just around the corner.