for all it seems it seems i have been chasing a part of me that was nothing more then a dream a requiem to those i lost due to igonorance sorry for the lack of affection i was lacking common sense the common tense the past tense its all the same its lives in me much like that blood that flows through my veins so when bubbled with heated emotions reality is strange, those people wont remain, and im free with myself, pushing those away in acts to find a deeper depth, but the question im asking while relaxing, or trying to, is, is it possible for me to be a fool, being a student of heart means not to take actions, but a learners progress of what makes her whole, so in the event that she shall look in my eyes and give a sigh of relief i could be all i can be, but thats only if loving her doesnt equal rolling dices, a gamble on my heart, its not worth the pricing, so to keep this short and simple, extraction from between my temples, im searching for gold, to gain one lovers definition.