Happening again, the want of that constant beating companion,
Playing the melody upon which my emotions sit,
Precariously balanced yet deeply felt;
Fluttering spontaneity collides with sincerity and warmth
Creating a heady mist of flutters, thoughts and wishes that one may well be too afraid to name.
A twinkle or a dozing cresent moon creating the glow of contentment and happiness that you desire in your reality.
Shared experiences, treasures of time; time to dance, delve and delight.
Sights higher and so far away, yet it is all too apparent from down here.
Sat alone in a whirlwind of murmurs, thoughts dashing through the corridors of a labrinth-like headspace.
To see but to know that you are seen differently
To feel but what is felt?
Torturing one self in a maze of wonderment only then to meet the cold, hard slap of reality.
Desperate to find a way out..
Yet I want to stay and not lose everything.
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