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Into the silence I retreat,
Coping, bracing for impact,
Steeling my will: my subconscious resolve
To remain detached.
My extremities grow cold, the fingertips.
Shying away from yours perhaps?
The warmth of your soul threatens to undo me.
Something within me stirs,
Cracking the ice at my core.
And yet...
The surface angles,
refracting the light of approaching conclusion.
Deafening, drowning me in static once more.
But your hands, your warmth,
Your smile.
Something to hold on to.

Maybe someday I'll know
How to look past the sensation,
How to yearn for the person instead.
Maybe someday I'll understand,
Myself, my essence, the world.
Maybe someday I'll share it with you.

Maybe someday.