A puff of wind...
and it's gone.
Pulled in both directions,
time, coupled with here, and now.
A flash of magic that races through,
in a heartbeat,
tracing a physical course,
down mental pathways.
...and in that heartbeat,
I would tell you my deepest unknown.
My heart beats into the air,
and the moment is gone.
Wishing for an eternity will not grant one,
but I wish anyway...
(on stars, as is the custom)
one wish, floating,
spiraling up on coils of dust, and smoke...
adronitis
n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over the years to ask them where they’re from, and what they do for a living.
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