I won’t engage it too much this time. I’m only floating through the evanescing limerence my mind is prone to. In reality you are but a metaphor of my deepest desire. In my mind you are a paradise. You’re my metaphorical paradise, that disappointingly existed only in some other plane of thought and perhaps space. It’s not exactly you that wakes me, but a glimpse of something alluring on the path far ahead- too distant to fully decipher which resulted from the ways of your words. You are a flame burning through my mind that just barely catches hold of the pyre, as I attempt to raise myself from the ashes of my blackened heart and see the overwhelming light I saw years ago in another. It barely glimmers, a light in the distance. In spite of the mountains separating me from that hopeful light your essence points me towards – I march on. I march on because you threw me a rope and I took it. I changed for the better because of it and feel indebted, but I know you expect no payment. Some days my gratitude is left unexpressed completely, looking for words to put the feeling into but finding none. Left almost forgotten amongst the many other occupations of my mind, the feeling falls away with the darkening leaves of such a colorful season. Such an adventure this year has become, full of surprises and full of your smile.