
Cast shade upon me to give me greater depth than the tissue paper I feel I’ve become
Talk about the times when I hacked and slashed my way into the jungles of discourse
Remind me of how there is fun to be had in the mixing of mindsets and the study of emotional alchemy
I can feel myself waning so grab my hand and, if you must, teach me the sound of one hand clapping
Tether me with fishing line and barbed hooks to the things I hold closest to my heart
So, even when the vacuum comes, I’ll whip and dance like a kite in a storm but remain earthbound
When I’m pulled inward by the dance of the mind’s cinematography you must sing me the melody of dialogue
Place my hand to chest so I can feel the now of your tempo and strengthen the action over intention
Despite all of perception being funneled through the lens of mind we must move corporeally
Despite the mind triggering muscular contractions, it is more important to take journey’s first step than to just plan it
The neurotransmitter’s dance achieves potentialities that only have value in causality
The mindspark will bring about no fire without fuel or oxygen
So feed me in experiences and breathe warmth into these hollow bones
These self inflicted wounds will only heal if I think you want them to, like plants that grow healthier through conversation
Photosynthesis is the plant kingdom equivalent of synaptic transmission
But even we need the sunlight to keep our hallowed bones from crumbling
So walk me in your sunlit pastures and dig your nails into my flashy palms whenever you sense me drifting
I need now
I need you
I need you now
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You are too kind! I thank you wholeheartedly, my friend!
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