it feels..

i often do not have time to write the words down that surface in my head throughout the day. when i have moments of unclouded thought, or seconds of something i wish i could say at that moment. grounded feelings of fleeting poetic words i never say. i am alone, on a train, feet planted firmly on the moving ground speeding ahead many miles per hour. i think of how better to express moments, or life times of emotion, and thought. i sometimes imagine myself painting feelings that have no words, paintings I have only started in my mind.

as are the words of that which follows.
small flickering flames, our souls alone. crowded against each other, yet the light in the tunnel remains as dark as if i stood there, alone. the shadows on the wall dance as the current of air flows through the room. millions upon millions of shadows. the movement of the dance performed in forests, caves, parlor rooms, orchards, streets, brothels, and homes; eons of endless flames glowing in the darkness.looking for a flame that matches it in intensity to intertwine and glow brighter, warmer, and stronger.

I will tell you what happens when 2 flames unite. the dance of the shadows diminish, the darkness is not as cold or alone as it once was. and all you prey and hope for is that warm flame of unity stays with you, never moving too far away to always protect, nurture, love and unconditionally as you do the same.