from within

an urge i cant explain but a feeling i’m sure we’ve all felt before.
a simple notion to pray for something not bigger, but maybe better.
something not easy, but maybe smoother.
the sense to belong. the scent of familiar hair.
slight and mine when it catches me in the wind.
wishing for things we can’t even put a name to.
wishing for me. wishing for you.
dancing below and beneath the things we usually keep.
going farther and further beyond.
something parallel. something cohesive.
adhesive. and stuck to me. something precognitive.
something telepathic and quite possibly psychic
i can see the future and the things that exist.
and it makes it so hard to accept the present.
knowing what was what is and what not could, but what will be.
an urge to soar that I can’t explain. will i find you there?
hidden deep within the darker hues? will we recognize one another
through the haze?
will we taste one anothers tears? or share the rings of laughter as if we were never
apart?
wishing for a closeness I’m not sure a normal adult can obtain.
taking comfort in the fact that there’s no way I could know Everything.