to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.

I wish I could fall in love again.
When I'm falling,
the way my heart beats
amazes me.
It sends blood pulsing through my veins
and adrenaline coursing through every nerve.
It makes me feel lighter than air
but worth my weight in gold.
I want to feel
like that again.

And at this point, I don't mind
where that feeling comes from.
I don't care
if I find it in the same place
I've been prying it from
for the past twenty eight months,
or if I find it
somewhere new.

I'm tired of repeating the same cycle everyday..
Can i quit now?

There is no sound like silence
Like the collecting dust
Like the colors on a soul

There is no fire like love
Like a child's touch
Like inspiration's desperate clutch

There is no sound like silence
Like the gathering moments
Like the gathering words