Existing in a Vacuum

That's the goal;

I need to live with myself, accept my own company, define "me" in the absence of "you".

Quite a task, I'd say. Maybe reading manga in a candle lit bath will help.

 

I'd like to be happy you see.

Here's the kicker though:

I can't be happy with you,

I need to be happy, and be with you.

 

Let me rephrase then,

The goal isn't to exist in a vacuum,

Its to enjoy the vacuum.

 

(As I did when I was 12 and got bored of my hand.)

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