Imperfect lives

Boundries

Boundaries

In life we hold many imperfections, small quirks that define us individually yet some bigger than others. This silence ringing in my ears is deafening and I would give anything to hear it. Yet the boy across the hall lay in his bed unable to see the beauty of life, his darkness blinding, willing to sacrifice everything to see one thing. My hands are my voice, yours are your eyes. Yet they cannot hear your laugh as you tell a joke, or see my smile each time I pass you. As you have no idea I secretly stalk you. Our lives so close but unable to connect, held back by our arms which though long to embrace may not find the words to do so. I am your true set of eyes and you are my ears, yet the brail across your fingertips does not speak my name. But your heard screams it. Our love only spoken from a game of telephone, the boundaries I will never accept as I break free from my arms using my hands for a new purpose. To hold you