I watched you go on a Winter's night.
Fate and folly nipping at your heels.
Doubts and damnation worrying you to distraction.
Never forward, always back.
Back across the barren break, back to what you knew, back to safety.
Learning nothing more than to never ask for everything,
when you want only a portion of the whole.
How irritating it must be to lack the mettle necessary to grow beyond your own insular existance.
Love is not a tangible thing, nor was it ever asked for.
Though there are no ties that bind more securely than the realization that its depth and breadth are a welcome shield against the inane masses.
Shallow searching, and misdirected attentions may stroke the ego,
but they do not feed the soul.
You are Abstract. Not everyone understands you, but
you weren't meant to be straightforward. You
try to never do the obvious, and you might be a
very nonverbal person. You're emotionally
charged and you try to avoid pretense. Some see
you as mysterious, but you don't try to be.
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