That Such Thin Line Between Fantasizing and Achieving.

Looking the way you move
The way you spell
The way your eyes stare.
By some distance.

Perceiving the way you move near my presence
The way you spell words near my breath
The way your eyes stare mine.
So close we could fall within each other
Closer inside myself than it is
Than you could know now
Your imagination is not inside mine
And if could, you would be surprised.
Pleased, even.

Maniac in free doom, still.

I bite my lip.