How gentle you are to the world.
How tender your mannerism emits joy from a soul so tormented.

How familiar this foundation seems to me.

How resilient your mental skeleton seems to be in a world so emotionally astray.

How assertive your presence feels in a world full of agony.

We choose our paths but endure the environmental wrath as we attempt to carry on the same road.

You seem to be the antithesis of masochism, the exemplification of joyous gratification that has withheld through such spiritual torment.

And how much responsibility I feel to uplift you.

Or rather, feel so blessed in nature to even be considered as something important in your life.

I am so intrigued by you.

Immensely, in the face of such hurdles brought to realistic potential after living mentally in such a metaphysical world.

I succumb to your energy, drawing into an empirical world that I can find solitude in, and serenity.

I feel blessed to be able to witness the gracefulness of your ways, the mannerism in which you care, the methodology in which you find your course when you are displaced.

I admire you and I salute you.

From one spiritual soldier to another.

11/2013