Twirling around Space

I understand perfectly well yet I understand nothing at all. To think that I still think about you in that way. A little dance around and around the impossible. A flame twirling and spinning around space itself. Every now and then coming close and then dwindling out. A burn that I know will never satisfy. As you are the great beyond. A galaxy with no life. And no oxygen. You are someone who has never felt attraction. Hence I will cease my attraction for you. I am smothering myself now. Goodbye.