Hey you,
yes you. I wonder where you are or what you are doing now. You seem so far away, and I cannot fathom your presence at times. And yet you are ever present in my thoughts as I wonder all these things about you. Are you here now? What are you thinking as you read this? I will never know.
Do you love me? Do you think I love you?
I am insecure. I want to know all these things, almost as if knowledge will comfort my fears. Will it?
Do you know me? How can you know me when I don't even know myself. I cannot even begin to seek my real self.
And yet I know I want to be with you.
I feel like a moth drawn to its fiery death. Or so they say. Maybe it sees something we don't. Fiery ecstacy, eternal bliss, a resolution.
What do I see? Just you in the distant view.