Spirit and heart

It'll never be enough to say to me that everything's worth it: you can't do this shit alone. And that's when I realise that I need to reach for the phone, but something stops me, a sense of futility grabs my hand before it can grab the phone, a sense of paralysis stops me from reaching out, and I just turn my head and look, and I'm lost, and all of a sudden I have no idea how to behave or what to think.

When I look in front of me, I see a mirror, and in the mirror I see someone I don't know, and I don't know how people see that person but, somehow, he's equated with me. 

Time to decide on something to do.

I clicked on your profile pic cos I wanted to see you, but when I got to your page you weren't there, there was nobody there, just traces of people who'd stopped by, signs that pointed to your existence but little else. I wanted to jump out of the other end, into your world of existence, but I was trapped in a different realm, far removed from where you are, which is far away from where I am, there are two different worlds here and all that connects us is a space of illusion and image.

No longer do I believe what lies on the other side of the screen. For all the illusions in the nonexistent space between us, this is the only thing that's real any more.