a hollow heart

8200 feet above the sea...
the air is as thin as the skin of my heart.

your confusion has spun me into a spiral that winds tighter and tighter...
compression squeezing nothing.

for it is
a hollow heart.

my soul is sea sick.

turbulence in a sea of endless thoughts and palpable aches...

from all sides, this hollow heart is smacked by the waves that crash against this pier i stand upon...

and it fills my empty cup.

so, i drown in this thin mountain air...
i grasp for a breath that i can feel...
because i miss you.

the intensity of me...
us...
burns with electricity.

but it seems our options are

to burn with deep, conflicting, sparking, piercing love...
.
or
.
to pray and gasp for air to fill my hollow heart, and forever find myself lonely and aching.

i'd rather burn then ache.

don't be afraid to burn me.
don't be afraid to BE burned.

we are supposed to stand side by side in this fire.