I am lost within the distance. I am here and my soul is not. Everyone I love brings me to life through their laughter and touch. I want to dance in the rain. I want to scream and know I will be heard. I want to be there for those who want me. “It’s not about logic; it’s about love” a quote from a queer source. Logic holds me together hear and yet I find it’s tearing me apart. I want to be an artist and dance on the colors I manipulate within my perceptions. Reality should not dictate reality. HA! Chew on that a minute cynicism! “Uncomfortable, is uncomfortable, is uncomfortable” another brief encounter once said and yet…there are so many different facets to the same language. I am UNCOMFORTABLE in a skin that is mine within the bottle of a life that is foreign. Like a model ship that is frozen within glass meant to sail and yet only decoration for those who dream of sailing.