Where are You? I am here, in the middle of things, blinking against black with heavy eyelids but the scenery stays the same. And, where are you?
You are always everywhere, but where is it that we intersect? I forget where I go to be with You - that place where You are with me.
I am here in the middle like an astronaut or an island.
Where are You? Because I am in the middle and everything is unfinished.
I am not ready to go, I am not ready to stay. Please, tell me where You are so we can intersect.