Find me in the middle,
somewhere in between the tangled earphones, that whisper my breath,
maybe that will echo a tunnel of happiness furnishing a glimpse of all the "what-ifs",
But what if I still fail?
Fail to reach your aura or match the levels of the organic love of yours?
I wish there was a mould that created the tarnish you always distinguished,
There is a paradigm, its you;
in between all of mine to all of yours.