It's like we've a glass window in between.. they can see me, I can see them. but we can't cross over to the other's worlds.. I try to, for the sake of helping in some meek way, to get how things are for them.. but they, they can only wonder what's going on on my end.. and they are scared I know, because of the way they stare in with their fearful eyes... hoping nothing blows up on my end, because of what i see in theirs...
I wanna break this window.. I wana crawl through and tear open the reality for them, to shatter thrones and toss crowns.. I wana indulge in what i've been watching for ages...
I don't wana turn my face away from the window.. how can I? it's my only connection to them.. to "Us" .. to Me and Them together, as a unit.. No why the heck would I look away? How self-obsessed and conceited would that make me?
Yet they yearn for me to look away... Why? Just so I hold onto the innocence a little longer, just so I'm a little less wise, a little more naive? That mostly okay when time is all they need to fix things, but no.. they DO need me now to be with them, next to them... not just for the moral support but for the frikkin' sense that's been distributed amongst us .. in a way that one lacks what the other has... we need to contribute and cooperate..
Forget about the hurt, leaving one of us out.. leaves out a part of the common sense we together reign with..
The only thing this window seems to be creating.. is a subtle yet pulsing, everlasting oblivion in me.. and that can't be good, can it?
