• So here we are.
    Talking and laughing,
    circling around,
    sometimes getting close enough to say we are united,
    but never close enough to say we are one.
    And we can go our hold life, searching for The One,
    but we never do.
    And yet, we try.
    We spend on hours on hair,
    and dress in nice clothes,
    because you never know,
    if you are going to see them.
    And then you find them.
    Only then can you say you are one.
    By defining laws of psychics,
    being so close you melt in each other's hands.

    A miracle.