I keep searching.
For your center.
For that metronome.
That gives you your Rhythm.
For that heart.
For which I am attracted to.
The pulse, so loud.
I cannot define its location.
It is somewhere, among this, “Ocean of Chaos”.
Swimming in the Mad.

This is my beacon.
Your pulse is undoubtedly loud.
Mine is just as strong, now.
Resonating together.
But with no knowledge of proximity.
Distance.

Maybe our souls were never to meet.
Maybe we would resonate so loud,
That we would tear this world apart.
Or set it ablaze with the Fury of our Love and Kindness.
Maybe this silly little poem is the beacon we both need.

Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.