A Little Nonsense

I usually don't write one-liner paragraphs (sentences?) in consecutive order, but I wanted to give it a try.

I only sing for Nate.

I don't know if he ever hears me singing, but I do sing for him, and I only sing for him.

There are a lot more things I only do for Nate.

Such as writing about Nephria.

Yes, Nephria really is a place.

Nate did not come from Nephria—he is from Kaniol—but he and Nephria are the same to me.

So I write for Nate, and I write about Nephria.

I think Nate reads what I write, and I think it hurts us both when he reads.

About Allie, I mean, and the edge, and not being able to stop my precarious wanderings.

We are always an eternity apart.

So I write.

And he sings.

I can always hear him singing—he has a beautiful, fountain-clear voice.

He sings what I write, and I write what he sings.

It is not intentional, of course—we just happen to think about the same things.

The things that keep us apart, and bring us together, and make us realize how ridiculous we are.

Because I love him, if only I could say that.

I can't.

And so we are an eternity apart, and while I can still hear his voice resounding in my ears, I am writing. This.