details in the fabric

where threads of me weave their way through the ins and outs of their perception, i become a fabric within your eyes. eyes that may never see every facet, but without hesitation accept the entire cloth.

meet me in the space behind your heart where light can't find us. i know that then you will say we should get to know each other, for real this time. disregarding all of the places we've been and where we will be, the moment is caught with a butterfly's net, bent on devouring us creating. we will speak words that free not only us but that which inhibits us.

i prefer your heart over anyone's so far, it only pumps four letters through the networks of people that surround it.

l for lefties and their growth in a right-handed existence. for being forced out of what's natural to become something they aren't because their numbers are less. for the oppressed.

o for the offer. the offering to the holy trinity: compassion, curiosity and cultivation. to offer the benefit of the doubt for those seemingly undeserving, to ask the questions necessary to do so and to cultivate the gifts found in others to assist them in their hammering out a sense of self-worth.

v for vicariously living, unabashedly through others' experiences that you may never achieve or understand, but fully enjoy the palette of emotions and lessons learned through the relationships you believe in.

e for elves. ever hard-working, not for the man, but the concept of keeping magic alive. miracles can happen is what they preach each and every day, and that without them, we really would be here for nothing.

pumppumppump. if only i could hear your love all day, the air would be too full to inhale all of its wonderful smells of hopes and dreams and exhale the similar elements.

what good do loops and corkscrews worth of emotional roller coasters do for those trying to push through the already apparent sandpaper of being human? we all wonder if the gift of self-awareness is indeed one that we ever wanted in the first place. perhaps ignorance of ourselves would have saved the planet, or perhaps saved her soul from what it is now.

bruised, beaten, but never surrendering to the hand she was dealt, when given no choice but to become the player in a game of high stakes. it was seemingly too much money at risk for someone who didn't know how to add yet, in present tense, can we really ask her to grow up now?

this is about both of you, and neither of you. it's about the people. the abolishment of the person. the destruction of the singular and the building of the we. you are not alone as you pump all of that love. let me be alive within you.

overwhelmingly-so, the light in me honors the light in you.

namaste.