Freedom. Salvation. Bound by the confines of emotion. Liberation. I yearn for that deep connectivity as sinews between two souls. The heart of the water bearer dripping with agony and wild desire, bled dry from incessant wringing.
Two souls pouring themselves into each other, dripping ripples of one's own fears and pains to fade away to nothing--to be absorbed by the whole. As is connectivity, a bond with another, ventilation for the spirit and mind. Leaving behind traces, fragments of yourself, in someone else, a cherished moment, a lost feeling.