Because we're thirteen miles apart.

Sometimes when I look at you I shut off, and I can't help but smile at the fact that you don't, and probably never will realize how beautiful I think you are. Not in physical appearance though I guess you've got that covered too...

You've got these amazing ideas, these morals and obligations you'll never be able to really fulfill, not even a small portion of the huge swell of acquired responsibility that you've made with hearts that now exist within yours. All I can think is that we're all quite lucky it's somewhat contained. It's like... I want to be that way also, I want to feel how you feel, dream like you... I want that notion of connection, I just want to be able to believe that you are right, that such such love and optimism exist.

On the other hand... I can tell that part of me never wants to be like that, because it seems so far away from reality sometimes through no fault of your own, you are just you. But really, if I were to really consider it, I'd realize that not a whole lot in my world seems too entirely real any way...

Anyway.

I don't know, it's kind of like this tumbling fuck-vortex of utter confusion, but the best kind, the kind that is so much more comforting than "real" things. After all, reality might not even exist, at least not any one reality. We spoke about it once, on a bench somewhere downtown that there are far too many completely different people in the world, with varying thought patterns, crazy ideas that others couldn't comprehend in their wildest dreams...

I just don't think all of this content can fit into a single truth.

So instead, we buy cameras to photograph ours...

Maybe make a t-shirt.