.. my Dear

 as humans we are cursed with an urge to know a future we can never really see.

especially in a world of diversity where wether our destiny is in our control 
is something unknown and yet to be told.
wondering of seeds that have yet to be sown.
often I would wonder about that call I did or didn’t make, 
that thing I said,
those gushing tears…
that hung low head…
and those days I would regret with all my soul.
we are soul searchers.
we are lovers.
we are humane and in-humane.
we are hated. we are loved. 
as humans we are blessed with an amazing urge to evolve and 
expand ourselves like no other species. 
especially in a world so large as the one in which we were created.
as lovers we are bound and as spirits we are free.
as humans we are physical, and as thoughts we are air.
you are my air when I take a breath from all the hypocrisy. 
you are my breath when the air grows thin.
you are my weight when the thinness weakens me.
you are my ground when the wind blows me there… reminding me of gravity. 
you are my pull when this earth becomes too humane.
you are the seed that I sow. 
you are my destiny and you are my control. 
Take my philosophy and make it so. 
You are the move I did not make. 
You are the call, the tears, and the stream that flows.
you are my love.
you tame my hate. 
as a human I am overwhelmed with an emotional state… an urge to merge like no other. . . 
…. and it is You.