Night after night you return to me and yet you are still so far from my reach.
In passing, reality sets that this is no mere coincidence and yet in it's very nature I know it to be insanity.
Still, I feel such a strong pull - a connection that defies logic and goes without earthly explanation.
This feeling of entwinement blankets my every thought and leaves my soul aching and yearning for just a single solitary spark.
A brush from chance.
A moment to test whether these feelings are sheer insanity or if by some strange, inconceivable Delphic way, this gravity is true.
And that in some form or another, your heart and mine are very old friends.