Amanda-San

Around us cellular fireflies of blue hover and sway beside the warm gold of lighters, moths to flame drawn to each other as I am drawn to you. Yet at this moment, I feel further from you than ever. Arms awkwardly touch through barriers of cloth, barriers reinforced by the silence building between us. I want to know how you feel, but so much more than your current emotional state. Touch, elusive and deceptive, is the only evidence I have proving your existence, proving you aren't just some recurring dream I have. Yet something is wrong. All along, I should have known-- I never touched you at all. Your heart remains intact