the illusion of separation keen to the senses
has me chasing satiation still, some days
so here i sit, inside this shell
moving parts to touch your mind
through the words that i sell
what weight?
what burden do we bear off~over for those that we love?
the hooks of a lifetime
the anchors of lives passed
what is the cosmic weight of the binding of a soul?
one to another...
whether affection is returned or no?
the sweet torture of hanging
the joy of letting go
the whole is within.
the distance is imagined
once the droplet falls it merges with the sea
