Hello cuddle buddies. Here's another poem for you:
Sometimes
Sometimes the unsaid is beautiful.
Sometimes it's more beautiful to say it.
Sometimes the unseen is painful.
Sometimes it's more painful to see it.
Sometimes the holding aches.
Sometimes the ache only needs holding.
Sometimes it's in the eyes.
Sometimes it's in the touch.
Sometimes it's in the gesture.
Sometimes in the art, the dance, the music, the food, the laugh.
There will always be more beneath than above,
more beauty than can be expressed,
more pain than we can handle,
more ache than the heart can bear.
Some truths root in darkness, some blossom in the light.
Sometimes I only know that there is a difference,
without knowing the difference.