Impossible to comprehend,

The relationship between one and another,

Deepened by love, yet separated by some inconsistent fear;

Of becoming too close,

And breaking thin strands,

Retaining these rivers of blood.

So for now, I keep each strand thin, so as not to lose the connection … of those so beloved.

I am heading home, in my mind.

Remembering the beautiful mornings,

Before the fog was removed,

By a toasty morning sun spreading its love,

Making all clear once again.

For another day to be ever thankful.

The air is filled with the sounds of desire and anxiety,

Beckoning instant pleasure, or inciting fear to bring us to the store of empty.

Here the telemarketing guys sow the seeds of doubt or self-satisfaction,

Often mixing the ingredients to create both need and greed,

Ensuring we can travel across the road.

From anxiety to fear.