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You grip the world beneath your fingertips Reminding yourself To always hang on No matter how you start to slip Seemingly insane Yet never too far gone away You travel place to place Touching everyone With the warmth of the sun Emanating with elated radiance Gravitational The way we dance Sensational The energy exchanged between our hands Your laugh could fill a room with smiles Resonating your inner child I've been searching for you in years and miles Just to transcend both time and space I find the answers to the universe Written across your face Living language in the form of pencils and paint The world is your canvas Beckoning for the brush of your existence

I have been feeling nostalgic as of late.. nostalgic for these words and feelings which have since turned foreign to me. To love with a fragile heart is a dangerous game... Scared and fickle, still she upturns rocks whose affections lay hidden from her. Bold little thing. Far braver and more boisterous than I. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Those of you who know me might have heard me consider myself "undateable." No, this is not to say that I don't feel love. Quite the contrary, I feel love so deeply, too often to the point of self destruction. Since separating from my marriage, the last year and a half has incurred a period of immense introspection and growth for me. This time has taught me so much about the proper use of ego/self love versus intuitive empathy, and my ability to control how every situation affects me. I used to feel I was at the mercy of my emotions, blindly lead by these feelings whether they positively served me or not. "A walking, bleeding heart...