Day in. Day out. I am relentlessly consumed by contemplation. He , who is the insatiable flesh and blood of my uninhabited imagination. My mind steadily overflows with thousands..millions..billions of unborn possibilities that lay dormant within our connection...And basking in its golden glory, lies communication, key to activation.We both know something is wrong. Gut feeling. Subconscious. Intuition. They all sing the same song, don't you see? The further we dive into passiveness, the more this..problem..grows strong.