The line appeared
Formed, seemingly out of thin air
Clear and present—tangible
Yet, barely noticeable… I can’t be sure it’s there.
I’ve been told of its existence, though I’ve never been given any proof
Every story has spoken of its limits,
But with every conceivable lie there is a hint of truth.
How exactly does one determine this line?
Insanity and persistence
On one side, I’ve heard stories of never giving up
But I’ve also heard that insanity is a sickness…
“Doing the same thing over and over, while expecting a different result”
I guess I’m insane.
I’m attempting, over and over to reach people I’ve never met.
Believing and believing that my work isn’t nearly done, yet.
Insisting and insisting that there’s more I can do.
Wanting… yearning for you to learn to love you.
Poof!
Like magic, the line is gone… like it was never there.
I’m left alone with my thoughts again,
Reliving another one of my fears.
I’ll just have to keep being insane,
Or persisting and resisting giving in
I have a feeling that line will appear again…
Soon...
Just stay tuned until then.
