[today]Sep 1st, 2009 9:41:31 pm - Subscribe

a feeling of futility:

I, behind the
glass wall
not really
a part of
the bright lights
but separate
viewing
from here
the warmth and
the colour

I, within
the glass globe
here
inside my bubble
present but
isolated
safe but alone

I float in
my lonely way
out and over
the vast bay
preferring
observation
over any
involvement

I see you
below me
down there in
the mist
and come down
from my clouds
to be near you
if I knew how
I'd like to
let you in
but I don't want
to come out.

not touching,
not blending
not part of
anything
unwilling
to risk it
we embrace
and the glass wall
molds to
my shape
and if you
drop me
I'll break

but the
glass wall
remains.

[I am]unwilling.