helium balloons

p: hands

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this is my hand

and this is yours

and this is where we hope to meet

there is this tremulous, grey area between us. we dare not disturb it with our questions. our names swirl together in foggy vapor. everything is hidden; anything is possible. a thousand curiosities on my lips. our utopias are suspended within precarious eggshells.

i keep it all locked away. my heart grows claustrophobic in my chest. too big, but not enough. my eyes paint you in hypnotic swirls. mesmerized, i march in mimicked motions- i am never enough like you.

we are two trains headed for the same station, but you are miles ahead. your shadow is an endless thing to get lost in, and it's the most beautiful thing i know.

you are an inferno. hot, golden energy. a biblical pillar of fire. a sun in the darkness.

i am a candle. faint-hearted flames committed to a standstill. i muster enough hope for one, too easily snuffed out.

you are telescope-eyed, horizon-faced, banner waving, brave pirate navigating the seven seas. a hooked 'x' on the page. a route long since mapped.

i fall for sirens. i am lost at sea, taking it a tide at a time. far behind, my white flag wavers like a sickly mirage. i struggle after the foam you leave in your wake.

the tectonic plates murmur. the planets all sigh. it would be tragedy to slow you down.

but maybe

                               someday

                                                                   i will

                          catch up

                                                                                     to you