Poem #11

You might notice I write poem often... They are because I can get shit off my chest without being direct about what I'm saying.  Yet still express it on here.

I look at you're sillouette.
It's that nothingness that floats through the light.
Everything around you is vivid and detailed.
But you are just empty space.
You are undefined.
Which is expected, but the void stays.
I have got over the others. 
They were shadows, nothing more nothing less.
You are something different.
Untouchable.  Unreachable.
Unpredictable.
Anticipated.
Hypothetical.
Maybe you don't even exist.

xx action wolfe