more than words?
Intensity.
I feel passionately about people. It is a feeling. Without sight, sound, touch, there is this passion that flows in me that I cannot explain. Many people feel it is obsession, and in part they are right. But obsession is almost a 'dirty' word to me. Obsession does not describe my feelings, nor does it offer a reason.
It is only there for people to feel comfortable with my passion.
I can fall in love with a whisper- it takes nothing more than this. It is not physical, not entirely mental, and only a fraction of the spirtual.
My feelings exist in a realm of deeper understanding- a place that I don't think too many people exist.
Soulmates are another story. I could go on, and on, with my thoughts on this subject.
I am not sure I am to meet a soulmate, if such a thing exists.
People are connected in different ways. Believing that one true person exists is maddening as it is foolish in my mind.
There are myriads of souls in the world around us. Energy pounding energy, floating through the air as if we were all guided by light.
To say I should be with one woman, does not make sense. It is true, there might be a woman out there that would be 'perfect' for me, yet, this woman exists on many different levels, in many different forms. To shackle this truth to one image and shape, negates the very reason humans started believing in a soulmate.
Souls exists as parts, fractions, similar to what Aristophanes said (YEH HEDWIG). However, I think if you want to use that metaphor, you must realize that these beings were fractured more than once. So, you are always seeking more of you than you can ever find.
It would be impossible, after all these centuries, to completely put yourself back together again.
I love, for a reason, yes I know. Instinctual in an evolutionary sense, but entirely spirtual on a cognitive sense.
More and more things happen. I meet fate with a grin, yet she pulls me under, again and again.
I see beauty, very rarely, around me, or from afar.
Distance does not beget obsession, only lonlieness begets obsessive thoughts about another.
I feel passionately based on what my eyes cannot see. On what my ears cannot hear. On what my skin could never taste, or ever hope to touch.
This woman's favorite movie may be the Bridges of Madison County. Her favorite musical artist could be Korn.
Still, underneath all the pretenses of life, her energy still flows underneath. And it is this, that I long to hold.
I could easily get sick of the pretenses of the world- as I usually do.
You could say that I have not found my true soulmate
But I would say that I have, if only for an instance-
maybe this instant is long enough