daydreamer & the irrational realist
you like to keep your love
always at an arms-length,
and if reality is the earth
then you’re astronomical.
i no longer think it matters
whether it’s platonic, romantic,
agape, eros, philia, or storge.
love is the numbness in my chest.
love is hall & oates coming on shuffle just as you step out of the bus
into the cool wind of early spring and suddenly
you feel it, don’t you?
my existence consists of a glass cage floating amongst the clouds,
with you staring down at me silently and everyone else staring up.
i think i would like to break out
and return safely to the ground.
i want to embrace the earth again,
to be far away from space because
i think distance is a mode of love.