just me n’ the glass....

i don’t want to talk about the heart n’ the glass for i don’t treat them the same. i don’t. but the divide fascinates me. n’ everythin’ seemed so real even when i knew it wasn’t. i was feelin’ the wind of the storm outside. even the sprinkle. it was more than a sprinkle. the glass divides it so well. but it looked real. but still the division was real too. n’ there wasn’t any half measure. a few young girls stared. i stared at a few. but the glass again divided it. when i was never so sure it’d have been all so different when there wouldn’t have been no glass. i was leanin’ on her. probably i was leanin’ on her bare shoulder. probably i was caressin’ her hair or maybe her back. she was leanin’ on me too. we were both leanin’ on each other. but neither of us felt it. neither the skin.... nor the vicinity. the division was more than apparent even when it was untraceable from a distance. n’ the glass divided everythin’ when the geography showed that we shared a co-ordinate but we were miles apart. even sensuality lost its credibility although it can still work from miles apart. but the glass made the difference. the touch was almost real but it wasn’t. the glass caused the vacuum. it sucked up the sensuality. n’ she looked clearer. i looked clearer. we both looked clearer. although we weren’t sure if we looked at each other.

       

i looked across. n’ i looked across it. n’ i felt as if i’m lookin’ at my wasted years. my indistinct faint reflection stood like a hologram in the world beyond it. i saw people walkin’ through me. i saw eyes lookin’ through me. although it was all transparent..... i could still feel i was invisible. n’ only when the storm outside did stop.... i felt it wasn’t real for the world here was still the same. it was the glass that separated the real from the unreal. but it was beautiful.

       

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