Endless and Yet In love

That heart feels feelings of emotions, flowing in every way possible until nothing but the sound of your warm body clashing, with the one you love

  When there is a chance, something becomes real. In every person there is feeling, is it that feeling of anguish or true motivation? On a day of hot humid weather, there exists a beat. A strong heartbeat so powerful that when the sun shines on your behalf nothing but the heavens can understand just what your thinking of. I can walk a mile or two and see her in the distance, I knew that when I saw her something just shook, as if everything I believed in was cut down and the person I knew myself to be was a lie. How could it be that she could easily stray me away; she could lead me to a place that was full of love and commitment, modest yet infatuated. When will that connection become that reality? For every day that passes I learn more about myself, there is honor in every principle, there is a code in every scheme. First I studied my mind, I knew that every time I replied or spoke it was a quick response out of thought and out of place. You can sit down and think about yesterday's outcome, but march right into a situation and try to think your way out, could also be a gamble. I know that in every right way, there is a wrong way to go about it. A dark side and a good will to trust. Since the beginning of time there exists a being who created from love. Perfection at its fullest. Yet perfection is something one strives for since birth. We can wake up and smile, plan on what today will be or what tomorrow will bring, but you will never know when that person will walk right into your life and change your future forever. Just knowing that there is someone who cares, is the most overwhelming thought out of my thresh hold, for my maze of codes comes a deep meaning, I can pretend and be forensic, but there are consequences for being so definitely trustworthy. If someone can earn that trust and pave their way in, then everything I could see before was only a lucid dream. A dream I remember, there was a simple moment; no worries or consequence, just a moment. The sky was clear, and the forest was as expanding as my mind. I could hear the wind blowing against my cheeks as the sun shined down and the only thought I could come up with was the after math. Of just when that person, a mile a way, was going to reach me. No matter what someone says, you could never actually know them, you cannot read their mind or see what they feel; you can only try to remember what that person has been for the last years you have known them. Your own memory bank guiding you to the light and placing that final connection for love. In orbit, in space, in the deep shallows of that tunnel you can remember, yet tomorrow you can say no, you can say I am doing something else and free your mind of that memory bank. They can smile at you or tell you something worthy or disappointing, but at the end of the day it is I who decides just what was truly worthy, and carve that image into the heart. As that carving seals into your bond, let it be known,  everything that begins ends, but with him it last forever.