a fragment

beyond the wheelwork and channels of my mind there is a place that lay vacant,

where my dreams exist in a thick fog of rememberence

 

looking behind never seems to quench that desire to feel what defines my soul,

yet lingering in those present matters requires a great deal of patience...virtues

 

feelings within my heart are rarely satiated due to lonliness,

though admittadly a simple walk seems to fulfill that desire to be moving forward

 

somehow there within my mind nothing seems to define how my heart feels,

where are those simple things that are supposed to define my private life

 

my hand only desires to speak with love about the depths of my imaginations,

mostly things that aren't real but certainly my desire is for her

 

even if the truth is that my lonely heart has a great deal of pain upon it,

greater attention should be given to those thoughts which pertain to love

 

she was within my thoughts, calling with that gentle and spirited hand to lead me forward

such elegant words spoken with subtle glances, my heart was so detached yet it yearned for her love

she seemed to devote a great deal of energy to her words, considering so many things written in time

the possibility that deep within there was something she held, my eyes had to see what it was

perhaps a rememberance of what was, or what could or should be - definately needed that loving attention she always gave

 

it's times like this that I must stop and take a deep breath and exit the plane of this world, speaking within my imagination

even as the wind exits my mouth my thoughts go back to her, promptly considering all she had to say

certain that so many terrible things had happened in the past, was our fate written upon that stone of time?

even though my past was miserable and lay in disarray, I still yearned to hear what she had to say

as though she were speaking to me, hopefully she understood my desire to flirt with her

she should know just how much time I spent, learning the strokes of her elegant hand and their interpretations

maybe she feels alone and needs someone to think about, this surely had my heart loving the thought of her attention

perhaps this was something that needed to be shared, maybe not

either way, it has been written

goodbye

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