dramatis personae

perpetual lies envelop themselves around me
eyes wide open yet i can do all but see
lips steady moving but all that is available for me to express...
are whimpers
as i turn my head i begin to find that what is around me is all too familiar
my fantasies
they are her realities

but who is this dramatis personae?
all that is her is alluring
captivating.
spellbinding.
immeasurably incredulous.
yet there she is.
right in front of me
and still all that i am able to let out is a whimper

the radiance of her smile is enough to light my entire life
she is... for lack of a better word
perfect
so how is it possible that she is breathing the same air
as my imperfections
am i lucky enough to be living in her presence?
would it be too much for me to ask her to look my way?
just a glance
maybe a smile
or a simple but incredible hello?

someone...
please tell me how this is possible.