I lay awake in bed, at night

wondering what you look like

what your hands feel like

what your voice would sound like


This distance I feel from you

Nags at me cause

You are never too far

from my thoughts, and thus

The closer I feel to you conciousness


Leaving me

so desperately wanting to know

As much as possible

About your mind, body, and soul


That, at times,


I flip through the many paintings of you

that I have in my mind,

wondering if they are true representations

or just mere illusions of reality


-Jason Olson, 10/2/97


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