when I think about you I can actually feel a sensation in the middle of my chest.
Swelling, energizing, calming, warming, softening.
It feels as though putting words to it could diminish the potency of the feeling.
But I try to describe it. I don’t know why.
If I name it and try to get closer to it, could I control it?
Then I stop and realize
How could I ever want it defined?
The ambiguity, wonder, and un-knowing is what feeds the sensation.
Just get back to the intensifying stillness and diminishing doubt.