Belated Distance

There's always the part of you that feels like you're missing something 

Something

In every sense of the word

Whether you're in the depths of the coves in the recesses of your mind's grandeurs,

ones filled with every thing you had some what desired,

or if you're in the functions of your beautiful regularity that you have lied to yourself about hating. 

You're missing something,

And the only thing in the land far, far away is your sanity.