neither can two people be in the same place at one time.
space. that's what seperates us.
physical, mental, intellectual: no lack of space.
and no one can fully know what makes the other person tick, laugh, jump, scream, cry, why they get up every morning like they do, why they talk like they do, exactly how they feel sad, angry, mad.
even when two people sit next to each other they are miles apart.
in the cinema, colours.
in the library, black on white.
in the cafe, smelling cocoa.
in the church, smelling incense.
sharing all these things, yet having different experiences.
and that makes me wonder...
arguing, hearing the words but not listening.
running away, going off but going nowhere.
breaking apart, perhaps time can mend.
breaking trust, old memories still prick.
out of place, out of touch.
it sunk and turned into some ridiculous pop. contest I want to have no part of. or maybe that was it's true nature the whole time.
but sunk none the less.
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