Raindrops keep falling on my window. Water still waves across the ocean next to me. I have no place to go. But here. And here we are. Resembling two God-like creatures. Each one pretending to love each other more. And more. And it’s all lies. And we know it. Because there is no difference. When my hand touches you it either loves you or not. And you know the answer as much as I do. Our senses are both right and wrong. Our hands are both strong and weak. Our words both sharp and smooth. We are all. And so we are. All.