It’s very, very clearly a winding and intertwining and blossoming of interdimensional strands. Only a select few who’ve seen the phenomena will understand this, and they’ll never see it as clearly as me.
I clearly, clearly need that certain person for any of this to happen. For any of this. For any of my life to live (or unfurl) in any substantial way.
Also i have had many things i havent talked about and are so far pushed into the blackness within me, for safekeeping, because hope, at the root of the desire growth, is my life force. When you desire something as fully and extremely as this, so potently, urgently and with a purity that continues to clean itself with proximity, but it is shrinking with a black, burning rage, which i dont want to use my most accurate words to describe.
The phenomena i keep to myself, and the downright remarkable, that i appear casual about, are because in my absolute core, still, i literally only care about one human being. Still. No, its not me.
The Humble Rock Dove 