Grasping

Perhaps the very reason it is so unattainable is to keep myself realistic. Where does the line between the pragmatist and idealist collide? Is there even a point of convergence? For unto myself, only I can claim: that even with the most earnest passion, my own consideration will inhibit the bond I yearn for. The innate that exists as the affinity of the one other may never be mine. Yet, only a fervor renewed will catalyze my earnestness and manifest the truest form of me.

There is hope, strength, and sustenance in all things. This wholesome, nutritive energy that permeates every strand of my being comes from but one stalwart source, and regardless of purity and reflection, always satisfies the core within.

Latticework of flame, threadbare and divining, and like a rhabdomancer's divided staff, reveal your hiddenness unto me. And, lest the giant within my core shall cease its cadence so shall my passion endure unyielding.