Knitting Pattern Boatneck Sweater

I have no problems with it.
The world is fine as it is.
I'm fine as I-to the mandatory snacks.

But my soul at night looking after you. And after you .
A combination of thoughts, from at-you-thinking, sleepy from white veils.

It's like a surface through which to dip my finger tips.
And suddenly you're and I do not know if that really you're .
Or only the projection that has grown between the brain and heart.
As a software from which I made my own virus.
you're there and so true that one must doubt the reality.

My soul searches for you at night.
After your thoughts, your Songs, your in-the-time-gliding.
All this has come so far and reverberates like a bell in the distance. I lie awake and looking at you and look to the sky. But the moon and stars and wind me assure you I am still here. That is the reality.

If I could be in your arms, both at the same time and only for a moment, I'd be happier than ever a man in this world.
But we can not.
why we all stay where we are-room between us, thoughts mountains, nature, purpose and occasion.

[Note: You are and you course, two different people. And they have less than nothing to do with each other.]