So close, but still so far.
It feels like I am the dark clouds and you are the immeasurable ocean below me. With the sun’s warmth, you will complete my way of life. You will make the cycle turn. You will help me create or destroy, cultivate or destruct, nurture or annihilate, and bless or leave someone hopeless.
It’s amazing how you affect me, though we seem so close, yet, so far.
Up above, everything is dwarf like. The details are so precise. Like an amazing work of art that describe how the earth’s surface differs – desserts are smooth, mountains show its peak, and the vast plains seems to be a never-ending shade of emeralds. Trees will be the lime dots in the brown soil. Rivers and highways are the snake like lines that doesn’t have a beginning or an end. Skyscrapers are the small square like creations surrounded by ant like cars. Circles describe relationships between places and people.
From where I am, you are just part of the whole masterpiece.
You are just a dot in the whole mix of colors. A pixel jumbled with all the browns, beiges, oranges and blues. You are supposed to be nothing, but up above; you are the only thing I see.
I am just your best friend. While you are the reason why I feel suspended in thin air, fantasizing how magical the world can be once you are beside me. You just don’t help me exist. You help Dreaming more exciting.
You are so close, but still, so far.
And you just don’t know how much I want to smash into you.