Even the density cannot explain

Even the density cannot explain this sensation of temperature within the moist humidity of a late fall afternoon washing up my legs into the womb of the mother's giving. Intense as the sensation may feel the empty symbol above the head continues the similar frozen smile in a motionless blockade of movements. The mind may have drifted partly to encompass that whisper beyond the pieced out literature, but the body feels not the concrete physicality of its being, lost. Oh, to the lasting moments the desires flow distilled in the afternoon wind where nothing can carry out more or less the gentle beat of the heart. The heart which does not change its mind in whatever it may concern itself with as it is moving from one location to another, searching for the way home to its owner on the other end of the globe. Speak it not, the words, just act. The heart sits with temper against the chest within which it was locked, keys given away to the flow of life, the nature's ways, and the heart itself awaits the moment when freedom rings and it may cry out that lasting eternal sound: LOVE. Nothing can be changed now, that the course is set, either for destruction or for construction. All constructions must begin with destruction anyways and so the feelings stays, however rare, it is found and it stays. First the destruction of all understanding concerning it of the past, of the present, then concretely slowly re-construct a different understanding, tuning in (we say) of another present and future. However that may be, don't know. It moves steadily in one united direction, steadily for the call of: LOVER (an extra R and makes the different we have). Hence known now the feeling of lost and confusion, it is merely caused by the fact that the heart of one owner is in the breast of another, the hearts traded, therefore a moment of adaptation is needed. All creatures, moving into new habitats, necessarily need time of adaptation to find means of sustaining the best living quality in such different environments. It is for the sake of SURVIVAL that these turmoils existed and exists. LOVE. LOVER. SURVIVAL. And just what else in life is the basic necessity? No more, no less, that's all.