I can see your thoughts.
They’re not hidden, though you would prefer that they are.
Your secrets are not secluded.
I share them.
I think we think of each other at the same time.
Maybe even at the same moment.
It is not often that I see you.
I want to imagine more than my thoughts.
I want to analyze yours.
Will you let me?
Or will you wait?
Will you capture the moment?
Or will you let it escape?
Fuck!
I love privacy.
But I love your presence more!
I know you notice.
I know you hesitate.
I know we can relate.
I know that we can find the time to enjoy each other’s company.
No work is involved.
Only laughter.
Only opportunity.
Does that mean anything to you?
It means something to me.
You smile when I am around.
Is it because of my looming presence?
Or a mere coincidence?
It is no coincidence that I see you smile.
It is no coincidence that I smile when I see you.
It is ironic.
The space between us.
You are in my mind.
And I am in your way.
I am in your way for a purpose!
I am not a blockade!
I am an opportunity!
Just like you!
I am just like you!
The time we waste contemplating our differences…
What differences?
The fact that you are there, and I here?
The only fear is fear itself.
Just be yourself.
One of my alter egos will find you.
Or maybe one of yours will find me first.
We will all win this race.
You’re on every side of me.
Waiting.
