"It's all possible, don't worry about me," the voice in my ear was a gentle whisper. I saw signs in the distance, or was it the far end of the cavern in my head? Was I seeing visions projected from my heart's paintbrush? Was I just opening my eyes to the brilliance of the colors all around me? I'm Forrest running after Jenny, but only in my mind. Outside of these walls she's dashing away from me. I want the unattainable, to grasp the unreachable. I want to touch a heart that beats a different rhythm. I've shown her the stairs but she has to take the elevator. My feeble arms complementing her passionate, nearly careless and somehow so caring spirit. My fumbled words and her rhyming couplets.
All the fire in my bones makes kindling of my insides. These unrequited passions aim to fool me. They tease me in the direction toward authenticity or at least joyfulness, but I know it can't be. I know it's not "we." There won't be regrets this time. No, at least not the typical ones. The words poured from within me before you flew away. I'm a lost plane circling the sun and we don't need to make an emergency landing to refuel any time soon. Though so many thoughts flood through who I currently am, I'm already feeling like more of an ellipsis. So now you can fill in the dots with your own thoughts and visions of cloud-kissed rainbows.
Good night then.