The Hiatus

March 19, 2007; 10:13 PM

Really, I do not know you;
The things that make you cry or the emotions that make you laugh;
Are like unending mysteries in my end;
They don’t exist in this world.

You are nothing but an infrequent occurrence;
A minor glitch in the boring life I have come to be accustomed with;
Yet I long for your unfamiliarity like a child longs to learn about the world;
I yearn to hold your being in my grasps.

I don’t understand my own mind;
I seek to speak of you in clear thoughts;
Yet your very thought lets all the words escape from me;
You make me stupider than I already am.

I am changing;
The old feelings of rejection that I’ve come to feel;
Are nothing but a distant past;
I’m not even sure.

~ by daerd on April 7, 2007.