Pathetic. The way our future hinges on impersonal bureaucracy governed by unfeeling immigration laws.
Pathetic. How each official looking form we fill out corresponds to the brightening of the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.
Pathetic. That no matter how much we love each other, miss each other, long for each other, we must remain thousands of miles apart.
Just because we have to go through the proper channels, wait for the proper authorities, have the proper documents.
Sometimes, it's not just pathetic anymore. It's sad.
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- Trying to live in each moment's fullness and emptiness.
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