There are no more tracks on how many loops around the world I’ve done at this time to act as if I was a traveler from another dimension, brought to lift shoulders and steal pain from palms that chose not their fate.
As someone who feels deeply, outside of this epiphany – on the writings – dedicated to souls on their backs and stuck expressions with tall tales, I can’t help the want to grasp their face and achingly ask why.
It is something I can’t figure out myself, but I can see the hope in some of their eyes that it will be seen. That person isn’t me, you know – to save them. Although I will help along the way.
The secret is this… Eyes that focus with love and desire, can save just about anything, maybe even anyone.
Even if you are looking in mirrors.
From a winter kiss.