A miss

Aiming for a miss, I’m not far from the mark. Listening to the noise of forgotten chatter I am taken by the blatancy of your distance. You step back, I don’t follow. I remain resolute in my isolation, a world built for one. To dream beyond this reality would be to laugh in the face of fate and tempt the will of the universe.A lonely destiny, written in in the stars, only free to escape into the vastness of my own mind.A place where judgement is fragile because the on giving validation is the one seeking it .an echo chamber that doesn’t make it past my lips or linger beyond my ears