Open and partially Wounded

Open Partially...I am bare...partially I am aware...of you. Cradling space and time; trying to be open. Pacing, waiting to digest this. Knowing that reality is what I need but wanting to deliver the fantasy of all creation.

Wind billows around me as I creep into this idea of being at rest with what I need. I feel the empty embers reaching inside me to caress the soul that has been cold and desolate. Trying to be cool with what I have created. A passion so partial to understanding all things imaginable. Patiently I wait for what is to be...

Author's Note

I don't ever follow any format; I write freely. So please comment on actual content and not so much on how it is presented. Thank you and enjoy!