Alone and cold I sit here in my bathtub while the rest of the world sleeps
This tiny bathroom is my solace
My refuge. My escape
A low burning candle of sandalwood fills the air with a fragrant heavy musk
The low droning noise of a sad and simple song fades to silence in the background
The water has grown cold ages ago, although I fail to even feel the goosebumps that trail down my spine
It's so very late, and I long to rest my weary head and let sweet thoughts of you invade my mind for the few precious hours I have left before sunrise
I try to reserve these hours for you in my mind, trying to keep you in my dream world where people like you should be
Surely you must be a figment of my imagination
The way someone can so quietly and subtly slip in between the lines when you're not looking
Not anticipating. Not expecting
I will not push you away, for you are soothing to my soul
Like an old friend in a time of defeat. A warm fire on a cold night. New found inspiration to my words
Thoughts of you and your life so far away on these dreary and sleepless nights help to keep my soul warm and lighthearted
We probably shouldn't have been more than two ships passing in the night. Two strangers on our own seperate paths to some other destination
Yet here we are
No matter how far we reach our arms towards one another, fate can be cruel and unusual and we will likely never come face to face
Although, I feel, one touch may break us.