fleeting.

it's like
there's this shelf
and on this shelf, there's a box
that i really want
but i'm not tall enough to get it
because i never grew enough
so
i made a ladder
and i'm climbing the ladder
but it's not high enough
so i'm reaching out to it
and i can feel my fingers scraping against the edge
but
i can't grasp it
it's just
it's right here
it's so close
but not close enough
i didnt build the ladder high enough.
and i don't know how much further i can reach..

i'm anticipating heartache
and the anticipation
is breaking my heart

this has to work out.
It has to.

some one give me a boost:
i'm so close.