you are the mystifying presence that gleams in my mind when darkness tries to shroud over every good memory I control. you are the love that wisps through my brain at the end of the day, when I lay my head down and try to reach out and touch the stars because they seem within my reach when I have your love within me. you are the safety of a gun with the kindness of an innocent child. your arms would be much better used wrapped around my body, holding me so tight as to alleviate any chance of me shattering into irreplaceable pieces. you see, I was writing this about someone that has not wandered into my life quite yet. I then realized I am a million stars in one sky. my body holds constellations no man could ever have the vision to see and nod their head in acceptance or understanding. I am a million buffalo stampeding through a plain, aching to reach a destination that will never be quite right. I am the bass at a rock show that everyone is a little annoyed by but they thrash around and let the internal music delight their experience. I am both good and bad, and I am enough for myself. I do not need a man to show me parts of myself I already know exist.
