:)

There is no feeling like separation.

There is nothing quite so resilient as the loss of being totally separated from what you've known.

My mind is in constant turmoil with the world and the very limited realities that make the plane of my existence. I am visitor to a strange place. Where everything is rugged and vague, but there are things that are smooth and detailed.

The touch of her hand lingers like a whisper in a desperate place. Like a very still and quiet well that is very rarely drawn from.

Her voice like a distant breath of wind on the ripple-less ocean that surrounds. And in that, the distant crash of a wave, gasped from a pure release of ecstacy.

Hers is my ever failing horizon.

And the mountain of my insecurities.

Hers is the heart-breaking dial tone, at the beginning of the most important message I ever felt I needed to leave.

Hers is the gong ever ringing deep in the forest of dank intentions.

And hers is the warm milk of all that is good and nurturing, bubbling up from a peaceful place I visit when I am dreaming of flight and fancy.

And there is nothing, not even close, to the deepest sense of peace I could feel in one nanosecond brush of two short keys. When, at the end of my 24 hours of isolated turmoil she texts me the simplest thing and I am totally set free of this cage of anguish:

:)

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(wow).