“And Never The Twain Shall Meet”


Just like parallel lines never meet, I think we are destined to forever miss each other.
Even if it’s missing each other only by a hair’s breadth, it’s still not meeting.
The phrase that keeps coming into my mind is “two ships passing in the night“. But we’re not that, are we? We’re more two ships caught in a whirlpool that’s going nowhere
-instead of spiraling downward letting us eventually crash into each other. At least that would be a meeting. Of sorts.
-stuck in an always repeating maelstrom of passion and tears. Dancing a morbidly unending dance, chasing yet never catching each other, a neverending circle  thought of which makes me want to lay down and cry for my mother. Literally.
I see you. You see me yet we can’t reach each other.
What will it take to end this?


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