Gateway

Acquisitions, procurement, usability, and real estate all blended with brown leather brogues and freshly blooming cherry blossoms staring back at me through the window. These concepts and images soon melted into the background and were replaced by you. Blurry, unmakeable, unnameable images of you. Images that I have tried to unforrow on demand and categorize as mine, flooded in as I sat through the content heavy working session. These images of your character depth, gentle soul, and breathless touch abandon me beneath the soil the more I search. Yet they sprout like spring just above the surface as I try to will them away.  Then a layer in my daydream struck me, as I reached out to grace your back and asked you to turn around to allow me a glimpse of your face. I already know you. I know how you feel and how you are. My intuition knows your heart beat. My energy is well-acquainted with your energy. I just can’t see you, but that’s okay. It’s you, it has always been you, and always will.​