Here I go – dive in to the cool, wet depths of passions and distraction.  Art and creation – all the exquisite ‘ah hahs’  propelling us forward as we carry on. The boulders that we choose to hold, firmly pressing up the walls that weigh against us .  All captivating my attention.  Like the mighty wave coming up from underneath, rising on each side to disguise the lonely path, to keep me on track and not wander into thoughts that cast a shadow over seeing.   Occasional hooks cast into my gills and the past loves to play fishing with baited looks and infatuation.  I-chatting visitation’s a strange recollection into the surging whims of nostalgia and late night cravings.

How do you define your happiness?

How do you define your idea of love?

How do you define the essence of what your soul desires?

Is it a thousand words?

Or one..  unspoken whisper..  of something..  for which..   there are no words?