Love Part II

Sometimes you see things from far off in the distance. As in your staring at a collision bound to occur yet the fear and panic of the moment prevents any sudden or preventive movement. Secretly you also anticipate the excitement of what exactly is next and what will be the final scene. This scene is before my eyes and I am looking at myself and this someone else. Colliding into an infatuation without reciprocation yet I cannot stop. My emotions seem to exceed a sound mind and I fall victim to the perils of a pool filled with words that I imagine could be said. After letting what was once an all-encompassing love go, I settle within the midst of a shallow substance--lacking that in which it is named. Substance. How could I really be that into someone that I barely know? Am I really the permeable membrane? Must I continue to occupy my existence with a pretend love to only mask my desire to be swept away in it? Then again, it may be possible that I speak to soon. The idea of there being a possibility to what I have already stamped impossible awaits in the distance. Accepting that I am me, and that love is what I do. How could I belittle my emotions to a simple infatuation when within me lies the complex subjugations of nerves intertwined to culminate something so unique and pure. There is no other love such as mine. Once enveloped, I survive from the spark in your eye and a smile that emits sun-like rays that flow through my spirit. Constricted respiration is only freed when I am near you.

Then again, this is too soon. You know not I, and I only know what you've shown to me. Before I fold back within myself awaiting to be awaken by the scent of another again, I see you. I stare and look within. This not love. Of course it isn't yet. But I understand that to be perfectly okay, because within this fictional body I understand. It is that I am in love with love and thus I survive and thrive. Aren't you happy that you could be the subject of my moment for the moment? Enjoy...