prodded at, and picked through.
the string tied around my heart has another end, it's reaching for yours.
for your heart to grab hold, and wrap it's existence with the jaded fabric.
it's linked with knots between the two segments.
connecting us.
and though the thread has been touched by fingers unknown.
and fooled with by those who don't understand,
you and i both know it's the strongest cord of fabric.
and my heart will pump.
throughout the duration of each moment.
and i can feel yours.
it's slight movement.
tired and soft.
my eyes will wander,
and the stars will fade to lighter shade.
the shoes my feet walk in will change, taking strange steps.
and while walking, the string will follow.
wrapped around the beating figure,
pulling your own beating figure
that rests inside your chest,
with it's every motion.
i can feel it talking.
my heart to yours.
a certain language i still cannot understand.
but when they speak up,
i fill these pages with concepts that make me feel as if i'm holding the moon.
i love you.
