See Me
I want to see you, and I want to have real, human moments with you.
It's such a strange feeling to know you will be here, eventually; electricity and expectation fill the air around me though it's still all empty space. I stare into the mirror, and I stand by the wall, dreaming that I am standing next to you. For something, anything, to make this decision worth while. So that everything it comes with is not without some wonderful, loving purpose. I don't want this artificiality anymore. I just want freedom, and me, and you. I am only now, after all these years, coming to the belief that I might actually deserve it, or be capable of it. So please don't quit on me now, not when I am so close. Why can't magic exist? Why can't it be everything they all say it can't be? Are there any dreamers left anymore, or am I alone?
It's such a strange feeling to know you will be here, eventually; electricity and expectation fill the air around me though it's still all empty space. I stare into the mirror, and I stand by the wall, dreaming that I am standing next to you. For something, anything, to make this decision worth while. So that everything it comes with is not without some wonderful, loving purpose. I don't want this artificiality anymore. I just want freedom, and me, and you. I am only now, after all these years, coming to the belief that I might actually deserve it, or be capable of it. So please don't quit on me now, not when I am so close. Why can't magic exist? Why can't it be everything they all say it can't be? Are there any dreamers left anymore, or am I alone?