I am a man with a full heart, hidden somewhere in an empty room. With eyes not quite of autumn's gold, and yet neither all of summer's green. I wonder if love is a tale made for children. A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence. A honey-coating to help their throats choke down the bitter draught.I see myself a man, proud, uncompromising, transparent as air less even than the tears. I sometimes want a measure of quietude but not a certain silence. The echo of friendship which heals me of dreaming. The nothing that stills the wanting, the numb, the cold that laughs at pain. I am a man & hidden. I understand that life is what you make it. That sometimes, the coat of many colors. That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only to loneliest of grey. I say that we are made by life, shaped, broken, perhaps unmade and voided. But always,the core of us remains, waiting with only faith, with trust, to be reborn. I dream of bluest waters,reaching with unnatural hands toward the faded sky,of dolphins that wander in seas without limits. Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds... I try to lead by example, knowing that merely the telling holds no power. A gift of giving is merely a day,while a gift of knowing spans forever. I hope what my darkness holds you gently. That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling wields nothing past the words it summons. Except that it touch you with only healing & I am a man only.
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