You are the soulstice to my ever glowing nature. The soulutions I find in my everyday. Your soulfullness resonates in my bones, that warm laundrified fuzzy blanket against bone skin. How soulganic we are in our soulitude. You soulidify so much purpose in my being, that soulving kind of souldier, dedicated not to beat the problems, but to make them understood. The absoulute of my breath, the consoulable feature of all teddy bear grub. My resoulationial feats when I get stuck in mind mud. I’d stay in isoulation with you, fuel ourselves with our gasouline and live in the factual heat. That all of this means you are my soul mate.
I think about you everyday. I miss you. I think about the what have I dones and the whys and why didn’t I and how could I and what was I thinking and in all of this, making some rational sense because sense without rational is like the national anthem without pride. oh Life, I don’t want to disappoint you anymore.
When you entered my life, I would never not know you existed. And now more then ever, I don’t ever want to know what that feels like.
And I think about you more often then what I think you think I do.
You’re a precious soul. And I feel proud of myself that I had someone like you in my life.
You are the coral people dive for. You are the gold people mine for.
You are one of my lifes highlights. And my feeling is, that, you will always be. I carry you in my heart wherever I go. Sorry if you get voodoo spins or bad visuals. You’re the light to my demise. And I don’t know if you’ll ever know that.
How do you leave something you love?
What about someone?
They are still nouns I suppose.
But a cave isn’t the same as a person
no matter how deep they can both be.
They are both nouns.
But one makes you feel more then the other.
Is that the difference?
It must be.
But maybe that’s just the adjectives talking to my noun heart
and making me feel adverbly a lot like a simile.
I think you’re adoorable in the outdoors, even when you turn the doorknob to come indoors. Your endoorance is somehow part of the doork in you and I adoor the way you remember how I looked standing in front of that Egyptian door; the one we had our first conversation by. We had already endoorsed one another then, and we didn’t even know it.