not_easily_categorized_or_refrenced once again And I'm laying with my face pressed firmly to a pillow. I can feel you near me... not hovering but a solid, unseen presence. I know that this is a testimonial to my trust of you, but you will not. You would not understand how often I am terrified. We have spoken breathlessly and laughing... our voices have screamed and whispered and reasoned. And still I can often never recall the exact look of your face. Is this familiar? Have I been here before? And I am reaching for you, because I know you are there and you will hold me. I have never had to say how much you mean to me. I have avoided it, as you have avoided the strange force that brings us here, to these dark rooms, filled only with our vibrancy. We speak in terms of togetherness and independence as if we had easily grasped that one can only have them in this joyful sort of union. I have seen you standing... an easy unconscious grace. I have watched you watching me and I have not known what to say. And I found the words once... a half remembered phrase. To describe something that does not or should not... or simply cannot exist in the bounds of a reality like ours... You are not easily categorized or refrenced. I have no point of refrence to use with you... no standard to hold you up to. I cannot fit you into a box, or on a shelf... you seem to take up all my space. I do not worry what you're doing when I'm with you. I do not wonder what if when I'm around you. It becomes in my head a divine sort of sense. I could fall for you so easily and it is because of that very reason that I know I never will. 050304 what's it to you? who go blather from