Touch

January 3, 2009
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A strung gush of wind going through ones system and with each gust a fragments of almost foreign emotion clings itself to the person claiming this figure as its home
When heaven itself makes it first contact and the space between both worlds stop time completely
A complete weightlessness floods the soul attacking all nerves
And feeling becomes an aspect of theory and philosophy
Even while one is completely grounded the fear falling takes affect
Tears dwell near while euphoria clings tightly to the helpless being
A tight connection is held keeping everything intact
Tightly wound the link remains while the stream of actions occurring seems so frail
A single feather threatens to break this meeting
A breathe is taken and the worlds part
A feeling remains
A complete unknown





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