being near you, if I could,
wouldn't I?
I think, though, it would be like
staring at the sun.
Blinding.
You are paradoxical,
spend too much time,
I am Icarus.
too little time
and it seems,
I am pluto.
and it seems,
I am pluto.
You are my sun
and I'm in an everlasting
orbit.
Close enough to create
but not to close as to
destroy.
A perfect paradoxical
distance that makes
perfect sense.