It is the silent moments of the soul that try us the most.
The empty longing and shallow ache which stir emotion and gag our feeble minds.
Thrust into their thrill,
Swept away in their nonsense,
We are left floundering in a dreaded love that cannot be explained.
Cannot be contained.
Cannot be real.
Simple and innocent, we fear these moments
They make us vulnerable
They make us feel.
For it is in these moments we laugh so true
And cry in pain so severe.
We love passionately,
Of the soul.