"What is with the long face?"

I ask myself.


"Maybe I can touch, or even maybe some can feel?"

I reply.

"Maybe I'm just getting too deep."



Well, this time I might, this time I'll try.

To love, or kiss, or feel, or breathe again.

And to hate, or fall, or run, or die again.



So sketch a breath, inhale and hold in helium.

I don't know the fastest way out, but up will do for now.

Up, up, and away we go.

I know I say it like I mean it, but its you.



This is the space between.

Lift me up.

Close those eyes.

Here it meets.

Take a breath, travel away and leave.

This is where everything leaves me.

This is where everything meets me.



This is it, when the circle closes.

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