K. T.

How my life has turned around again. I have found heaven and i have found my muse, but always it is so far away. It seems that the best things in life must be distant.
Why is this? Why?
To be tormented by the everlasting agony of waiting and waiting and waiting...?
To feel unprotected, unprotecting, unuseful and unused?
To barely have a fading memory to grasp on to?
To be deprived of the wonderful delights of just gazing upon her angelic face or breathing the delicious scent of her hair?

Yes! This is what it is for!
Suffering!
And I can't stand it!

But somehow I know that it will all heal when the distance is passed over.