Air

A new day grows upon, ache of yesterday's situation brings doubt to no limitation, equal parts regret.. in depth of my soul.. giving into my jealousy of not having the luxury or clearance to touch you.. protect you..effect you in more ways, in a sense of forever, than that man could ever. It'll be okay, I promise, but I promise more to myself to pull my anxiety away is your place in my world ..my world of distant protection, love, and a fictional feeling that has a non fictional connection. The reputation to myself that I hold so dearly..my dear..I hope one day...through my physical means you can touch, feel, listen ...and hear me.