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 beautythat 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 unfalteringit never fails to enliven the tired soul.his existence intertwines with its,but just barely.they call it an acquaintanceship,shallow, merry motivesbut not the least bit inclined towards malice.if chance allows it,time plays a partin the further entwinement of two,into complex bonds of knowledge and inter-comprehension.the ensuing blissful affinityusually flourishes into something sublime.he cannot be more amazed by the deep feelingsthat engulf his soul, towards it:now a part of him, one in mode.however, the anchorof which he set out to build everything uponis 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 braidslike complex nervous systemsis torn apart, quickly and painfully.the rare breedwill never be the same.once two strongly weaved soul vines,now seperatedscarcely touching.the awe,the bliss fritters into oddglances and awkward stances.the same tired soul lives,with nostalgia and regret.wondering to himself,when will chance permithim to find another,just like this.this time however,venturing with caution, andpraying unceasingly for a different end.finding out later:some things are better left untouched,maybe he should not have tried.

I don't know where this came from, but I took it from john. I like this poem very much.