That empty space as an equal....

We all pause in time to endure the feeling that may or may not be as real as it appears.
As if chapters written spills ones own story in motion before the eyes soaking in the feel.
Leaking the fear behind happiness's gesture of figuring out where the right place to call home is.
Stepping into each moment with the purpose of emotion's distance on perfection's twist.
Seeking the why me of all questions asked to be answered with why not you of all people.
Giving that acceptance of want as if one would luv to wanna fill that empty space as an equal.
Just waiting with patience for a spark to ignite more than the nights arousal in the mind.
Comfort at it's best insulating the tender ache longing to last as memories are okay to rewind.
Kept for the sensitivity to express gentle passion within whispers spoken of an untold trust.
Without being blinded by the candy coated corruption consuming a false sense of luv.....