There is an infinite expanse of unspokenness separating you and I.
You do not know my nightmares; I do not know your dreams.
We send oddly-worded letters out into the void,
And attempt to assemble a single puzzle from pieces
Stolen out of many different boxes.
I form a picture of you:
-- -- --
And you of me:
-- -- --
But we cannot say what that is.
It is perhaps, words like
interesting
aware
unique
vivid
alluring
captivating
beautiful
but
They are all just pieces,
Stolen out of many different
experiences.
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