distance.

fear is what feeds my appetite.

i yearn for you.

yearn to know
how it feels
to collapse


in your strong arms.
yearn to know
who you are.

the stranger.
or am i the stranger?

i fear we will never meet.
and that fear feeds me.
keeps me heavy and dense.

don't let me fear,
let me shrivel up and starve without my
sustenance,
die,
and vanish.

as long as i was with you,
i wouldn't mind.

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help me find my stranger.