When I think of you now, I think of how you are and have always been out of my reach. Like a prison cell next to mine, you're a like soul for me to talk to, have immense conversations only you and I could share... but I could never occupy your cell and you couldn't mine. We talk about what freedom would be like outside; what it would be like if we could get out of here. Even as we'd hold eachother in our most intimate moments we would be looking at the cold, stark walls in our separate cells wondering to one another what it would be like if we had windows, how wonderful it would be to be able to be free, saying 'to be free WITH YOU', 'I dream of my life WITH YOU', but only because it's the appropriate thing to say, not because it's fully in our hearts to say it.