I’m at a dead end, facing a glass wall.
With a faint light coming from the other side, shining gently to form your outline.
From time to time you lean slightly closer so that I could see you clearer. Some other times the light shone brighter so your silhouette is stronger.
So I stood there and pondered and waited. While doors around me opened and closed.
Why isn’t there an opening to that wall?
Then I’d think, hey maybe I should barge my way through. I’d get cut alright, but at least there’s you on the other side.
But what if, you are just an illusion? Will I be able to survive the pain this time round?