For you see, you think you’ve seen me. It appears that I exist. Yet, you do not know for sure.
Here’s the illusion that I did. Or maybe, still do. That’s why I still appear. I am very real.
Ironically, magnetics don’t realize that I am there. Do you realize how hard it is to turn on sensor sinks and faucets? Don’t even ask me about the toilets. Expecting the treadmill to find my heartbeat is embarrassing. You have seen it yourself. We even switched machines.
As my namesake, I appear at my own choosing. Never exactly on yours. You see, there is a reason. Yet I do not know. My colors are vast and can be seen from a distance. Yet, up close, the wandering mind’s eye will tell you that I exist. Your heart states I was never there.
Yet, you must get closer to learn that I do, You watch me from a distance, yet only assume I am there. You never want to see for yourself.
I hold my circle close, for those that I trust. Yet, my picture is everywhere.
You claim to know “what makes me” for Wikipedia stated it so. Yet, you have no clue.
You claim to know the science, but yet, forget that I have a heart.
My surroundings may be cold to you, yet this is where I bloom. On the outside looking in, you wish I did exist. From the inside looking out, I work hard to gain your affections. I will never stop trying. I loved you first.
My reality is different than yours, just what I choose to show.
On the outside you see the profound display, on the inside, I feel alone.
I do not ask for your pity, that is not within my realm. For with the sunrise, you will not see me. It is at the magnetic hour that will you find me.
Within that hour, I choose to show; it’s an hour that you won’t forget.
You spent endless hours to find me, yet do not say a word when you do. The effect is that my displays become erratic and contradicting, for what you wanted to see. It was never what you expected.
You only choose to see the outside, for I’m known to be beautiful, or so you tell me. You didn’t want to see the inside, which is dying to be noticed. That seems to disappear.
Such as the gas, locked inside of the Borealis, my heart does not exist, for it can’t. The walls that have kept it safe, are getting stronger. It is suffocating. Only you can free them.
My heart is so much prettier, and I have a brain to engage. Still, you wonder why the outside is so quiet, for the inside seems to wither and die. Yet, you still don’t understand. You would like to questions my motives and to the reasons why.
When you realize on how to engage the inside, you learn how much more brilliant I shine.
You complete me, as I would like to think I complete you.
Please forget that you only see the inside, still made a huge ball of gas, and vapors. Here is where there are no hate or lies.
Until you really find me, I have a heart shaped hole in all of my being, until you accept you hold the key.