There's a silent tug on my heart...
the distance that overwhelm me,
the lines thrown at each other that start out nice & sweet and end up hurtful & bitter,
the differences that I try to bridge but ends up getting more indifferent,
the conversations that turn from something pleasant to something burdensome,
my negative take on things from too much self preservation to your impatience
of having to explain things to me..
my plafyul spirit,
your seriousness,
my all encompassing faith,
your conservative culture.
You give meaning to even the mundane of things that I say.
We're like Yin-Yang, Oil & water...
You're most of the time ahead,
I am most of the time behind,
never beside each other...
I just don't know how to fill that space in between,
the distance,
the differences,
my lines,
your lines,
my playfulness,
your seriousness,
my negativity,
your impatience,
my faith,
your culture.
