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Between reality

Through what is real

And what is fake


To know it is there but you cannot touch it


In the heart

In the mind


You think again, you start again


Above the ground beneath the sky

When the time is right it will hit you

What is there always has been and always will


But you do not know this because of what is missing

Your heart– it isn’t there


It belongs to someone else

Someone so special it isn’t real, like an invisible man or a shooting star

But if you follow your heart and not your mind

What is meant to be truly will


But you discover that you have waited too long


You are too late


The time is gone


The one you loved has just died.