Bursting Bubbles

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A bolt strikes.

She looks to be alone, knowing little to no one in truth, knowing only distance, deceptive isolation. Cupid launches many arrows her way, her bubble deflects each notched. Turned down then faded away.

Her defections made of force in magic weights. In an intuition she must feel a rightful way.

A lonely pair struck if no one really gets either of us, what really makes us rare?

As a child I was lost in the woods an Alaskan winter in summer cloths. While there with only my husky dog, hours in the cold. Somehow as a young tike I found my way back to the cabin. Winter in my veins, ice in my hair, my only guide father winter, and my doggies care.

Since this day my quite knowing was always there. I had a way of knowing a trust in animals over humans, a trust in nature above social constructs. I always trusted little in people, and found true friendships extraordinarily rare.

Humans seem to betray, the will sleigh you in a subtle way. They take your spirit if you let them, and I never let them...

In fact I seem to have a cunning about me, I seem to know, even when they believe in their boldness and betrayal. I always see it coming miles away. They have no guise with me, I see through their shades with ease.

Even when my suspicions are raised, twist of fate push revelations toward my eyes, however it is almost nearly without surprise.

I suppose this is why I have little friends, kept close with the ones I do. They are not fly by night, they are dyed in the wool, truest of blue. For to be my friend we have likely been through the ringer a time or two. There isn't a question of loyalty, no hesitation in seeing if your in my corner, you either have it, or you don't kind of hue.

So in this bolt my hunch is you see forever, as I do. If this is too much, fair play one couldn't blame you for taring it all up. I don't mince words, I don't care for mistrust. I love deeply with who I love, and we play with one another, never games of sleights against our trust.

When I have wolves at my door, I have to know who my friends are, sycophants be damned.

In this life I have never found a reflection in a partner. While no one may know you, you are only on your own if you wish. For I present myself with pure intention, and this bolt of lighting to burst your isolation as my gift.

Forever Loved,
Aaron Baker

PS. Bolting has its way, quick on your feet improvisation the marks of great intuition and pace. You hit your marks with clarity, 1 finds little to compare. I don't pretend to really know the real you deep down in there. I just present myself as 1 who knows deep down in my heart of hearts there will be a bond forever if we decide to touch.

1 Bolt Dedicated 4 Taylor Alison
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