I return here everyday, not geography, a state of mind. I question my motives, is it need, a want, a dependence, or the wonder I wish it to be. I go with the latter as it leaves me a sweet state of mind. I imagine her look, a glance, checking in, not wishing the pain of absence as much the sense of knowing we are out here in our world, together in our mind.
There is something truly wonderful about love, far beyond the insecurity of a wandering desire. A passion exists that with my morning gives me yearn, a confidence that some internal memory keeps our psychic energy together, imagining, loving.
Sometimes the words are not necessary to overstate when truth speaks silence.
