The intrigue of me

Slicing desperate words as a longing. The words just keep slipping out
of my mind and through my fingertips. They caress the air I breathe. So
much is expressed, so deeply and divided. The swirling of memories and
limbs are clashing as the eyes close.

So sure my spirit seeks to find this comforting hug. A sigh echoes down into
the almost midnight sky. A calm that unleashes complications of life from
within. Such distance the waves of sound are heard.

I know that I won't ever truly understand how the world can tolerate me.
Yet even in that notion it does not bother me. I understand that I am
always unique in the aspect of being myself. I don't need to run and hide.

My mind may empty into a field of bursting flames or a watery field of wildflowers.
Even though some parts of me can be so misunderstood, I know where I
am.  Eventually all particles are scattered and the spirit absorbs the beauty
of life, light and joy.

Still pardon my oddness or silent expressions. All seconds are weighed deep within
me. The mere idea that someone is capable of comprehending any inch of my
mind just makes me rejoice in the most giddy of ways.

I crash into things and the necessity to steer clear is held high. Yet with the attention of those who care I can't help but skip or flip in amazement. Almost a childish giggle erupts from me and I cannot refrain from being overjoyed.

And as the night settles now, I hope for goodness to open.