Vulnerable

The road to a thousand memories begins with one step...

Towards you.

I am in silenced awe at the possibilities

Paralyzed by the capabilities

Of your mind, verbalized.

Your soul, crystallized

Pulsating in my mind

Again and again.

And I cannot think straight

I struggle to cope and maintain sanity and nonchalance

While speechless, and I stand dead-center of the road.

Watching and listening, because I'm so caught off guard.
Afraid to move.

I want the memories to be good, but can't guarantee they will be.
I want the feelings to be validated, but can't guarantee they will be.
Nothing is guaranteed, and...
Everyone can see me.
Only you can feel me.

I am vulnerable, but...

Am I alone?

S.L. (c) 7/18/08