the rare breed,

pedigree they say.
it only exists in small numbers and guises itself in simplicity.
it brings euphoria in abundance,
ceasing only in its absence.

when finally,
he stumbles upon one.
he admires its simple beauty
that stretches beyond form,
in awe that he's actually found it.

his short abbreviated interactions:
he takes comfort in them.
it is like the breeze in hot sun,
gentle and unfaltering
it never fails to enliven the tired soul.
his existence intertwines with its,
but just barely.
they call it an acquaintanceship,
shallow, merry motives
but not the least bit inclined towards malice.

if chance allows it,
time plays a part
in the further entwinement of two,
into complex bonds of knowledge and inter-comprehension.

the ensuing blissful affinity
usually flourishes into something sublime.
he cannot be more amazed by the deep feelings
that engulf his soul, towards it:
now a part of him, one in mode.

however, the anchor
of which he set out to build everything upon
is deceivingly fragile.
that affinity shared between him, and it,
may be short-lived.
so short, sometimes.
though he tries so hard to stop it,
the foundation of braids
like complex nervous systems
is torn apart, quickly and painfully.

the rare breed
will never be the same.
once two strongly weaved soul vines,
now seperated
scarcely touching.
the awe,
the bliss fritters into odd
glances and awkward stances.
the same tired soul lives,
with nostalgia and regret.

wondering to himself,
when will chance permit
him to find another,
just like this.
this time however,
venturing with caution, and
praying unceasingly for a different end.

finding out later:
some things are better left untouched,
maybe he should not have tried.