What if I break when I finally reach you?
What if holding it together is only an unstable façade of the isolation that blinds my eyes?
What if, though I tell myself every day that is not that bad, the weight of missing you vanishes as I hug you and I melt into your soul?
Will we then be as one? Or are we already?
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Bubble Bath thoughts
RandomA collection of random thoughts that stuck around long enough to be written about.
