is it a skill or to my detriment that i can see boundaries of the heart? i know when people keep me at a distance. i see the pulsing wall of light around them. the lines they thought no one else would notice, the lines they hoped people would just ignore and go on with their day, not thinking much of it.
to mention these fields is borderline sacriligious - to claim you could ever possibly know where the reaches of one's heart stop. but you can tell. you can always tell. you see how they look at you. how they talk with others. the resentment builds. that's the real failure.
i think "love" encompasses the overlapping of these boundaries to create a much stronger force, one capable of building worlds together, but not that a singular person is lacking in this power. but most would rather keep everyone outside of their boundaries. this connection burns your hands, it tears you apart if you don't have the grit to push through that absolute terror to see beauty.
i hope someday to reach the core of another's soul, and she mine, because to be ugly is to be beautiful, and only the worthy will make the pilgrimage and see it through to the end. much pain comes from when one gives up, and not the other.