We are lines.
We are not parallel.
We are lines destined to meet.
We will approach each other;
closer and closer.
Someday, I will
love you,
you will
love me,
and all will be
right in this world.
But we are lines.
Lines are destined to meet,
once,
then fated to separate
forever.
Once we have intersected,
we can only drift off
back onto our paths.
Our love will not
meet again,
but that does not
mean that it will
not
matter
while
it
lasts.
There is a blue area in my heart
It is neither dark nor light
not the sky or the ocean.
Instead, it is somewhere
in between, where the birds
and the ships disappear
into nothing as they become
smaller and smaller and
more and more isolated.
There is a strange space in my heart
It is neither here or there.
It is made up of the differences between
eyes and seeing and observing.
It is made up of the change between
one wave and the next and the next.
There is a black circle in my heart
It is black, that's for sure, because
there is nothing beyond it.
Like an empty hole facing the
darkness of oblivion, looking in is the
same from both sides. And
We are lines.
We are not parallel.
We are lines destined to meet.
We will approach each other;
closer and closer.
Someday, I will
love you,
you will
love me,
and all will be
right in this world.
But we are lines.
Lines are destined to meet,
once,
then fated to separate
forever.
Once we have intersected,
we can only drift off
back onto our paths.
Our love will not
meet again,
but that does not
mean that it will
not
matter
while
it
lasts.
There is a blue area in my heart
It is neither dark nor light
not the sky or the ocean.
Instead, it is somewhere
in between, where the birds
and the ships disappear
into nothing as they become
smaller and smaller and
more and more isolated.
There is a strange space in my heart
It is neither here or there.
It is made up of the differences between
eyes and seeing and observing.
It is made up of the change between
one wave and the next and the next.
There is a black circle in my heart
It is black, that's for sure, because
there is nothing beyond it.
Like an empty hole facing the
darkness of oblivion, looking in is the
same from both sides. And
Thank you very much for the for 'Black Roses', which is truly appreciated. Sorry my thank you is so late but definitely catching up a little more each day.