When I write, the ink is You.  I can finally close my eyes and breathe - free at last to embrace, Us.  The tide has parted and I emerge, no longer drowning in a fairy tale.  My reality is this thing.  This chasm, which separates Us at different points yet comes together in sublime angles; extolling the most delicate form of touch.  Finger tip to finger tip.  Our connection is dynamic.  It is an energy flowing, shifting, surrounding, surging...finding flight.  Like Bastian secretly opening the enchanted book, You are my Neverending Story.  You are...my Soul.  

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