One

[Amory Blaine]

The shouts were too loud, the stares were too bright, the people were too strong, the world was too big, the stars were too far, the touch was too hard; I was too young. I trapped myself in my own mind, in my own thoughts, in my own imagination and I've never come out, honestly I'm too scared. You are honestly the only thing I've never been afraid of, when I'm with you I'm afraid of myself, but never of you. I sit beside you and dream. I dream of your calming touch and your passionate breath; I dream of your lovely voice and your beautiful words and your comforting warmth, all the things that I adore that makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with you with each moment we spend together. When we hold hands I feel invincible, your skin against mine, the tips of my fingers gliding across the lines in your palms; or the lines on your wrists... I feel you. I feel what you feel. I can feel a pillow or a needle or a ball of putty. But this is a different kind of feel. I feel you inside of me, I feel you as a part of me, I feel your existence merging with mine, just from simply holding hands. When my hands first met with yours and that initiating touch sparked in my mind I felt real, I felt as if I existed in that moment with you. I'm not sure what life's worth, what the point is, I question it all the time; but when I'm with you I feel real, in the moment when my fingers meet yours and my eyes lock with yours and intertwine in a moment of sheer perfection, within that moment and that moment only; I feel complete. I want this moment to last forever, I no longer understand the concept of fear or pain or loss. All I feel is you, all I feel is your gaze and your love, as your face draws closer to mine and our breathing becomes tangible and your breaths draw short and faint, nervous against my lips and cheek. In that moment, in those breaths I feel your life, and I feel you, and I pray to god, and everything that's ever existed in this great, vast universe that you feel me too. That we exist within one another; and become One.

[108 fountains]

Very beautiful - poetry in prose. It's not often one comes a across such a strong and genuine portrayal of sheer emotion. The way the sentences run - short clause after short clause - makes me imagine someone saying these things quickly, breathlessly, at the speed at which they are being felt.