In this moment, everything feels still. What is outside of this moment will be scary, and the hardest thing in my life. Like a bandage stuck in the raw parts of my heart, being ripped slowly and then abruptly, in a looping cycle.

There is no way to fix this. I wish I could be heartless, selfish, and tolerate for my own gains, but I want real true love that I may never find. The myth in my life and in this modern world.

I dream of you, somewhere out there. Someone with stars in their eyes, with an everlasting curiosity of our existence. Purpose is to be created, and maybe your purpose would be to keep on sensing and experiencing. I want to see through your lens, that waters my thoughts and clears my vision to your rendition of life.

For some reason, I don't know you, but my eyes well up a bit and some how the thought of you brings me warmth. You'll always be in my dreams, and I'll probably never know you. If I did, you probably wouldn't accept me.