Random Rant #17

Missing you is like a hole in my soul. I try to patch it, but it's impossible, anything I put over it is immediately sucked into the void. The soul is like the universe, infinite and constantly expanding. The only way to handle the hole is to walk away from it as much as possible. Then, due to the distance, it seems smaller. It SEEMS smaller, but it continues to leak energy... and the jet stream created draws me close to the hole again. Missing you is like missing a part of me. It always happens when we part - when we are apart. I get stuck in a zone between fantasy and reality. And you refuse to say it - even when I do. Why? Don't you feel it? Don't you mean it? Mean - mean - I mean... - It's mean... - In the mean time... - A means to an end... - so many meanings... I am lost. I am supposed to assume, to understand, but I never KNOW. Vacillitating is like being on a swing - from front to back, from high to low. Or like a trampoline, constantly exchanging the earth for the sky and vice versa. It is heaven to soar, hell to fall. Miraculously bouncing instead of crashing.