Editing my thoughts;
A spoonful of porridge in one hand,
a pen in the other

My two main forms of sustenance;
One for the body,
The other the mind

A bite turns into a meal,
A written word into an expression of 'soul'.
The primordial biological urge is constant

Without the food I would not have the strength to pick up the pen;
Without the pen I would have no desire to eat.
Their unison might be the only thing keeping me in motion

Long may it go on.

I will hold you closely, though you may not know I’m there.
My heart will shed light and warmth, though the lack of words may leave you bare.
I’m not always sure of the world around me,
And day after day I live with fear,
But my love for you is unceasing, Alive, and I more than anything
I care.

If I love too deeply, forgive me,
All that I know is to pick apart and dissect the world around me
Until my understanding of the universe is more clear,
And once the beauty is revealed I can only stand in awe at the miracles of each day.
You are the most miraculous to me.  
And so as I open your mind and peer inside, please tell me if I stray too close
To the shadows you hide in,
The lies you cling to. I will only love you more for these,
But I know they cause you fear.
And if I must leave, just tell me to go.
I will love you no matter the distance, around the world, or a universe away.
I will send you all the light I can and be at peace.
With no expectations.
I am yours, unconditionally.