I have a lot

of love

to show this world

and the various

moving pieces

that Crawl its surface

but sometimes I can’t

tap into it

Staring into a Well

that I know

that I can see

is full of water

but I cannot access it.

My mind simply does not

want me to

and neither does my body.

I reach a hand out

only to watch my fingers

pass through it

droplets  trickling off my

once dry fingers

with only the occasional

spec of water to prove

the Wells existence.

I look down in dismay

only for someone

to tap me on the shoulder

a friendly face

a warm smile

and what seems like a

spec of hope

more abstract that

than the droplets that

ran off my hand earlier

yet so much more tangible.

A warmth so present

I can feel it against my skin.

A future of feelings

made possible once again.