A widening dull gap between flat action and an exposed soul
Empty space that gathers between silence and vulnerability
Trepidation swallowing emotion without care to savor any taste
The flicker of a flame fighting for air
Fingertips barely touching
The heart that will soon be out of reach
The impotence of connection
Empty spaces that do not bind in connection in a wish to know. A quiet departure unannounced or mindfully shown. An observation simply wrapped that the desire to stand with and beside is not something the pictures show. Like fabric with over stretched thread relationships will either tear apart or be lovingly strengthened and sewn. If love is aloof and never felt the inevitable journey is to walk alone. A plant that is not cared for will always wither regardless of the quality of your soil. History knows unseen emotions and the heart unfed grows plastic connections and lonely souls. Silence and distance; everything needed to quietly go. The crux of connection. Vulnerability, only for the brave who dance comfortably in the unknown.