Something changed. But a lot did not. Somewhere I held on to nothing although it felt amazingly complete. It wasnt a dream, but this wasnt true either. Not true to feel but true to exist. This was a virtual hold. This existed in a virtual time. I wish I could only once want to make this true. If only for a day. So true. True to feel. True to hold. I wanted this to exist. I would make this true. Something, someday will change.

Confession

There's a confession I need to make. I know of a certain someone who truly can read my mind. My every move, my every thought. He knows what I do, he sees what I dont. Somewhere he connects with me when he knows Im about to stray away. And then he magically pulls me back to where Ive always belonged. He's candid. He's shy. He's a powerful guy. He knows he can have it all. But just maybe not what should be, he can never be what I want him to be. Somewhere, he exists between my virtual needs and my distant goals. He's a confession that Ive never told.