My other side

[anachronistic]

Many things go without saying,
and some, instead, are spoken.
This thought is stray,
that I have written:
Every mind is half a person.

When you step past the wall of illusion,
beyond the colorful world of reality,
and feel the drop of a soul
flowing through your vains,
that is when you'll know
the indescribable.

Whoever you are,
Wherever you are,
You're there, my other side.

I feel you.

[IndiReloaded]

That's lovely, LW. I really enjoyed that, thanks for posting it.