the space between

that empty feeling in the stomach when you dont know what you should or shouldnt do ? there is so much you want to say, but who to say to everything you thought you knew of what is false and what is true i thought it was a part of me, but i know its you i fell into all that went before was forgotten in an instant or so i thought as i still carry the pain i want to rip out my eyes and hide under the table i am still vulnerable never ending thoughts of the why and the why nots did she just touch me or she wanted to hold on is she really there or has she moved on do i have to say the words of what is true i thought it wasnt just me , but it was also you we fell into what i used to be , i am not the same i ran, i ran, but i still carry the pain i want to run away far from all the people is this me? i am still vulnerable memories of what is and what could have been she didnt even say , she didnt even tell me ? it was just another kiss, or did she really feel me ? i

standing still right on the edge one step further or a retreat is the thin line between life and death the colossal mountains, with numerous streams merging into the rampant river flowing in between as different experiences form a story, and these countless stories  become a dream a dream lived and a dream unheard of what is perceived and what is seen is the thin line between real and believed the rising sun, brightens the horizon as dark clouds envelope the vision what has happened and what is revealed every conclusion takes two different means i accomplished or i didnt take the test the thin line between failure and success walking along a long winding road top of the hill , on the snow an ignorant move and there i see you go i reach out with my hand to bring you back once more how you held her and how she holds you now is the thin line between love and sex the magnificent meadows, the splendid terrain the snow covered mountains, the beautiful rain you ho