A crystal glare.
A breath.
A missed grasp.

Just for a second. Maybe more.
She hopes.
Whitening evil. Antagonism is the root of separation.

Where is he…
When did they part?
He used to seem so clear.

Holding back the tears,
She waits for the release,
If it will ever come.

Almost.
How can it be so close,
So breathtaking?
Yet she cannot have it.

Short snips, loud clicks.
Disguised in eloquence.
Very few know of the hidden plots.

What are the rules?
When did it happen?
Are they lost?

She can’t remember when it started, how it came to this.
The story is so unclear.
Is it even real?
Why do boundaries keep them apart?

Chatters, whispers,
Turning of heads.
What is real?

When did it come to this?
Who are we?
What are we?