I see the world.
I see the world from my tiny window.
The window may be tiny, but the scene is vast;
For the sea of clouds stretches to kiss the horizon,
Gently bowing at the mountainous base.
Oh, how the scene evolves with my forward motion,
But the profound beauty remains still.
I see the world from my tiny window.
I see the world,
But I’m only preoccupied with home.
Who dares come uninvited into my heart!
Barging through the double doors of my mind,
and constructing an impermeable fortress in my thoughts.
Only a person so despicable as you
could ever conduct this act of trespassing.
You have stolen away at night
with a piece of me,
and left a statue in your remembrance.
Treachery is your sword and,
I, the unwitting target.
Is it masochistic to say that I love the way the pointed edge feels?
Is it masochistic to say that I love the times we spent together?
Although they seem to dissolve like the root beer candies that would stick to our tongues…
Is it sadistic to hope that I have made monsoons fall from your eyes?
I hope you left in the same mindset as I,
waiting for the next time.
The Blue Of Distance 