If truth existed in the space between us, I would let the thoughts that cloud my mind gently drift into yours. Soaring through the distance you created, I'd watch your face change as each word and emotion softly falls into place, finding comfort in your head. This is no coincidence. No shaking of the head or pressing of your temples can erase the familiarity these thoughts bring. All of a sudden, you can't tell them apart from your own.
