by alovecartography

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.

Sometimes BW