LoC

There are lines,

albeit thin ones

that separate

Love and hate

Sanity and raving madness

Bliss and deep sorrow.

They span time,

not distance

Minutes, seconds

Sometimes fractions of them.

Sometimes you pause

Before stepping over them

Mulling over,

Calculating.

Sometimes you do not see them

Sometimes you walk over

Oblivious to their existence.

I took a lifetime to realise

There are lines-

Albeit very thin ones

Separating everything

Including you and me.