R H B the dynamic existance.

To keep close to; To hold; to cling to; to cherish. A tight or amorous embrace;


A hug.


Something humans have done for centuries to remind the recipient they’re recognized.

Most are never the same. You hug your friend, relative, teacher etc. Then you hug someone “special” where it doesn’t even seem like your physical presence is relevant, its more like your souls are gripping tight and your bodies are a simple barrier between the two links. You have a different grip when you know what you're hanging on too. This connection is so strong you have to let go to chase a little breath. Hearts that once collided with intrest now connect. A moment so fragile you’re scared to clutch any tighter to ensure nothing breaks.  

When two people experience a deep instant bond, they’re informally described as being on the same wavelength.
When you find someone who connects more than just you're everyday physical arousal and play, you’ll find your blood flow changes in the brain, conversation thickens, stories have resonated, it’s a strong interplay of neural call and response. As if language were a wire between two brains and hearts.

There’s no evidence to why people “click” its easy to find common conceptual ground with anyone. Typically a conversation is made and then you part…. but to carry on with it and be upset that the bars closing because you just haven’t had enough. That’s where you found your “click”

Enjoy it. Let your heart reveal your real huggy bitch attribute. Not many will stand there unwilling to let go of such an intimate event. Most don’t cling long enough to realize it’s even there.

If life had background music playing for these REAL moments you know, the song most try to escape…let me just say, the orchestra plays on.

Ride that wavelength, hug on.

Scribble. (unfinished)

 

Heart Vs Mind. The Burning Truth.

I refuse to make you the mistress of my thoughts and the man of my returns.

Let love have great contrast, guiltily.

I’ve got the moon on my pillow and you on my mind.

We could keep the coldest night warm with our burning hearts and light it up with our flaming wonder.

I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d like to wear with pride.
Lets call my life your agenda, start fillin my days.

Beneath the sheets of papers lines of truth.

So i write. I scribble.
In hopes my heart will somehow translate its desires on to these sheets of moist fibers. It's raining out the window and today it looks like night.
I can't keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes.
 my eyes are either gray or blue youre never close enough to say.
I'm with another boy (he's asleep, i'm wide awake )
and he tried to win my heart, but it's taken. . . . .
time.

This city is for strangers, like the sky is for the stars.
Don't second guess your feelings you were right form the start
and i notice she's your lover, but she's nowhere near your heart.

Blue skies are calling.

I know its not the end, but theres know way of knowing.

 

 Whats worth the burn in life?
whats stronger, our hearts or our mind?

TO be CONTINUED.