There are many realities.

Dreams are one of them.

Fantasies are another.

I sit here looking at an empty bed and I wonder.

“Will she and I ever occupy this space together? Will all the combinations of great locks upon time and space and other lives give way and open for this time and this space and our lives?”

I sit here in confidence, because I believe the answer is yes. I don’t think it’s a matter of doubt or fear or realization of other people’s reaction should they learn of what we’ve done. It is not their world or their right to know and if anyone asks, it will not be them who pull us out of this quiet sanctuary, but we who pull them in, not we who are lost in their intrusions, but they who are lost in our intimacy.

It’s a subtle distinction, but it has to do with a new world and the domination of those who care and share themselves over all the others who care and share for nothing but themselves.