Distance

There is so much I want to say to you, but, every time I start, I realize it doesn’t matter what I say to you.  You, are you and I, am I. Between the words, You and I, is a vast World, a world that spans a few Galaxies and infinite Time zones.  Between You and I are gaping differences, too large and peeping similarities, too insignificant.  Such being the reality, it contradicts another reality. This reality is exclusively mine- I feel the need to be in that part of the world where you are.  Every time I feel your resistance to allow me in, I am in conflict. There is this part of me that defines a winner, that feels the Need to push harder at resistance so that I will Get what I Want. And I wonder, does that mean, I am a Go-Getter?  There is this other part of me, that doesn’t care about definitions, and feels the need to go with the flow, which means, I need to let you be, and let the chips fall where they will. And I wonder, does that mean, I am Courageous?  And there is this part of me that questions- why I feel the need to be in your world, could it be because you resist?  If you didn’t resist would I find you interesting at all? Would I pay attention to you?  Would I have you as part my life?  Or would I pass you by like those countless people I pass by as I go about my life?

I wonder, what would happen if I crossed that invisible line that we have drawn, around which we dance our dances alone, as the music play.  Across which we eye each other, prudently using our sight, aiming at each other only when the other is oblivious.  That thin measly line, that makes the perspective of distance, ironic, as we dance within each other’s reach, yet never stretch our arms to reach for the other.