by Amaru Ruiz
I see them from across the room, it's only a few feet but from where I'm standing it's miles away. They're right there, but their mind is somewhere else.
If only I can speak to them, tell them I'm here and alive, maybe then they'll notice me.
Why do I feel so distant from them when they hold me? They're somewhere else, not in this world, but their very own, and I wish I can be there too.
I don't understand, I don't get the reason for the isolation, it was me wasn't it? I drove them away.