Saturday, February 2, 2008

gap.


picture perfect like nothing seems to divide them.
everything's the same, same as before.
the position; the gaze; the way their hand is placed on the table.

but there's a vase of flowers in between.
a clear-cut line, a gap between the tables.

sometimes the gap grows so huge that mending's useless.
other times it's like we can't see the gap.

i hate to think that it'll always be there but it will.



i'm on my own.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's a little impossible to expect two to be as one. Look at it mathematically: two is not the smallest whole number: by definition it is two whole numbers. Scientifically: a compound can't ever become an element.

Just because you exist as a unique entity doesn't mean you're on your own.


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I think...I've been reading too much crap.