E.T.

I've come to the conclusion that the world is too small, too tight and too cramped. Sometimes, a globe feels like a scale model my world. Despite the beauty of unity, emotional stalemates are the result of too many common contacts. How should you feel when you feel like you shouldn't feel? Numb. We trespass. Lines can't be crossed but are so ornately decorated that you must take one step closer. Close enough to see the details. Close enough to feel the heat. Close enough to feel breath of another. Our eyes, like bubbles, unintentionally float pass these borders surveying the area and gaining fuel for dreams of what could be, giving us false hope at times. Couldn't we just be and have our lives be the spark of something great. Have us grow into something so bright, that it would blind Misery and cause it to abandon its search for company? Maybe I'm looking for everything in the wrong place. Maybe I should leave this planet. There doesn't seem to be enough space on this one.