Two years plus, I've tried to articulate

The high, high vs. the reality low

How in his presence, there is nothing more real and true

a sense of belonging and "home"

a feel of knowing forever

And within just hours of standing together

the low takes over and undresses the high, layer by layer

starving me for more high

eventually draining me to drown in reality

I cling to the high moments, perhaps creating an illusion

because why? ...

as my life has progressed through drenching moments

I need the illusion that someone

loves me and wants me

cares to watch me through

~ Dances With Terri  07/02/12 ~

surely, my love is not the only active word (verb) in our sentence

? ? ?

illusion, can be damaging

and saving grace

at the same time

07/27/12