Reaching for a word..

I feel that draw towards what's empty. I ask why?
Does it have to be like this? What is the reason?
The weight of this status marks it's importance even as ego and uncertainty creep.
Looking at the path traveled tho, I see it projecting towards hope and good intent unless I fail to see the change that will deviate and make this journey end.

This feeling is overbearing, why do I stubbornly hold on to it?...

Kiss me.

Kiss me, I need to breathe.

Kiss me, I want to live.

Kiss me, be present in dreams.

Kiss me, sail through this new sea.

Kiss me already, I wish to feel.

Kiss me...

Thought pattern tap.

<intercept transmission>

... and then, there is something that draws.

But today, I felt a pang of pain, deep in the right side of my chest.

I wish I could help it, and while I stand as requested, I do accept the sharing. 

But to caress and soothe with such a noble sensation, I keep my ground and let it be yet hope that the light finds the wind and reaches you where you may need it within...

</ intercept transmission>

Last words of the night.

Oh night whisper to me the slumber key,

For I seek tonight's peace in this, the warring state.