I send my soul in her direction to remind her that I'm still here. Much like a pigeon; a messenger. I'm still the same man but a man that's found his heart and it's purpose. We've fallen out of routine and I can't find my way back. She's put walls in the way and I can't find the tools needed to dissolve them. Am I lonely? No. I'm a man on a mission. A man in search of what he once had. The faultless emotion. The feeling of completion. Of comfort. Of promise and the ability to feel the future. To see that perfect picture towards the end of the road. But it's missing now. It's like it's wrapped in plastic. Not being saved, but just obstructing my view. I need to break the walls and remove the plastic. It's all very discouraging but I keep pushing forward with the hope in mind that I will see her face again and hear her voice. The hope that we'll be face to face when I awaken from dreams that she starred in. I know she feels me but does she remember? I miss using my five senses to know her. I miss her stare and I miss knowing how she feels. I'm growing from the inside out, rapidly. My heart is almost on the outside pulsating in rhythm with how I remember her voice. A song to me. Her eyes destroy me like a natural disaster but I survive so I can endure it as many times as she can provide it. If she only knew...
If she only knew...
If she only knew...
If she only knew...
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