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I was so tired of everything going on with us. She was so far and there were so many obstacles. Invisible, visible, distant, near. She was 1000 miles away yet only a 5 minute drive. The space between us was called imaginary by maps and atlases, but it was there. My head ached when I counted the footsteps that took me to her doorway, but I walked them each day. I would pause and stare at the door that stood between me. I could here her in the kitchen. 100s of miles away yet only seconds to walk. Each time, I stepped back, and went home.

Posted By Sebastian Manifestation On 05.03.2012 @ 10:57 am