a man lost in love's reflection
through the darkness of my mind, i search. no compass. no map. walking through the valleys of souls long entangled with their lovers. this is not my resting place. ════•●•════ when it comes to affection, i am unsure of my desires. constantly lost on whether it is love i seek, or proof that i am a worthy object of affection. for each time man encounters an experience, the more they search for what has yet to happen. and we long for it. that ache beyond our organs. and regardless of our faults. egocentricity. uncertainty. we gaze into glazed glass, probing for what morsel we can seize. ════•●•════ i am but a man passing through rooms not my own. watching. is it the sensation of grazed skin? the shiver gained from their gaze? or thoughts of exploring another's mental landscape? i apologize for i could not tell you. because i search for a treasure. unnamed and unmarked. left forgotten and erased by gaia herself. for how does one find what is not known? that could be anywhere. that cou...