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I don't think I could've noticed it any other way. She's just standing there and I'm just sitting here.

I don't think she would've seen me at any other moment. She's just sitting there and I'm just standing here.

I don't know that I would've changed anything at any moment in time. She's just kind of there I guess.

I think maybe sometimes she thinks I'm here when I'm actually there ands she's here. I think sometimes maybe she doesn't think she's here but I'm here so she must be there.

Maybe one day she'll know the difference. Maybe one day she'll die not knowing there was a difference.

I don't think sometimes that she knows who I am. We just sit here and she sits over there.

I think sometimes I don't know who I am. She does. She knows who I am when I don't. But for some reason when I do she doesn't.

Sometimes I think that she sees something there but neither of us are there because we're both here. Sometimes we're both there but we could swear it's just us there when she sees someone else there.

She thinks outloud that sometimes I know her but she doesn't know her. I don't know how she couldn't know her but maybe it's just a simple something.

Sometimes I think that she's there when she isn't. But she isn't here either so those times are intriguing.

I could have noticed but I chose not to. I could see she was here while I was sitting there.

She could have seen me at any moment but we chose not to. Not while I was sitting there and she was sitting here.

I noticed sometimes that I think oddly. We seem to not know her sometimes so I don't know me either to make her feel better.

We sit here sometimes while she sits there. Sometimes we both stand there but only when someone else is here.

Sometimes there's another someone else that doesn't know us so we don't know us either.

Sometimes it's hard to know us because if she knows me I don't and if I know her she doesn't.

Sometimes I wonder where we are.


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