enough.

She seeks something;

the what inside,

but where to find

time, to seek

the will

she hears things;

sounds,

rings,

sweet nothings,

stripping her sanity

oh, so slowly,

enough

she feels;

how she feels,

when she feels like it;

with love

this above ,

below depths unknown,

by those

nearly-close

enough,

to know

she is emotion;

a thought,

the word,

holding

its breath enough,

being as she does,

doing as she believes

she is time;

still,

moving,

always

and never

enough,

the same

she

she was before,

nor shall be,

the foreshadowed

memory

of eves that ever were

and never shall be

in time;

she shall feel

as she has never,

and ever

believed;

the something

she seeks,

the what

to find;

inside

of time,

she is,

and shall ever be

~Deus fortuno