• Waiting for the one he wants. Mindful pages of blink snapped mental images. Blinding flashes of endless film pass rapidly through clouded visions of unmistakable passion. Glaring eyes, the look of a sleepless dream, sitting in silence, absent movement, calm and still, statuesque, the motionless form of a physical presentation. The outsider looking in, intriguing to the eyes, drawing you near, yet the awareness of the mind to keep your distance. The manifestation of his presence in your heart, grips tightly to pull you in. The strength of his spirit binds you with clutching energy. Boundless in the purest form of thought, yet bounded by thought itself. A raging grip of consciousness tearing at the fabric of that which is not tangible. A hold of pure energy breathing within and throughout the very essence of being. A light swept aura, a sense of wholeness, tense and weak, but still so full of life. Visions flash and rewind in open space, keeping no pace with time, it bends and folds, blurring the already clouded senses. In an instance the statuesque figure rubs the back of it's neck as it slowly turns to the sound of a crack. A gripping fist loosens it's hold as a thin elongated item drops to the ground, an open hand with spread fingers stretches and tightens, laying at rest against a blank page.