The Universe, imagined as a vast and open space, is the wall we have built between us. But it’s an illusion when we say that it keeps us apart.
Passion made me reckless and impatient. It has permitted me an unnecessary attachment to material things and toxic relationships. And I sought this kind of passion other people as well.
Like a knight in shining armor, you go on and on of the many plans to take me to wondrous escapes as if I couldn’t do those things on my own.
I write this for those who suffer nights of anxiety, cry for no reason, as if a switch has just gone off. You are understood.