That Feeling...

That feeling I get…

When my fingers dance on ebony and ivory keys and produce a soothing rhythm that resonates in my core; 
Or when the excessive amounts of raindrops roll down the windowpanes-tracing a crytal maze on the cool glass; 
Or when I lay on a blanket in the hot sun, soaking up the enveloping heat in relaxation- just releasing control of my body and dulling the activity in my mind; 
Or when I cry in my lonely bed late at night in the comfort of darkness so no one can hear me and no one can feel me; 
Or when I climb to the tops of the taupe foothills alone, and look out over the city and listen to the knowledge the changing wind has to offer; 
Or when I pass that corner of the library parking lot and memories coming rushing out at an alarming rate; 
Or when I attempt to find the right words to write with as I sit on the edge of my mattress, flooded with unbridled emotion; 
Or when I wake up early in the morning to see the world anew-at its fresh awakening-with new dew on the green grass and birds softly singing as they float through the bright, brand-new sky….

Its all the same feeling. 
The feeling I get in the pit of my stomach; 
the one that runs around in my mind that will never settle down or be forgotten; 
the feeling in my eyes and throat when tears well up; 
its in my toes when I run, my fingertips when they play music; my lips when they quiver; 
my voice when I speak, my heart when it aches; 
my soul when its lit on fire…

Its all that same feeling.

Its that feeling of you.

I know words can’t describe it, and thoughts can’t process it, but its there. That feeling of you is always there. Even when we’re 2800 miles and 3 hours time difference apart, that feeling of you still remains in me, on me, of me, through me. Its here. You’re here…

So close and still so far…