I feel everything... right at my figertips.

Your heavy, distinct breath
eases into sharpness,
and my conscience is awoken
by tears .
a smile.
love.

Now that these doors are opened,
Mitigating the consternation,
the dismay, and almost-courage.

I am fool, to seek you.
I have been a fool many a time before.

am I really here?
what am i supposed to do?