The Road To Nabi

Prologue

There is a disconnect between the heart and the mouth that I cannot get over. Take you for example. I feel in my heart... things. I feel a glow, a warmth, a sudden rush to my breathing when you’re around. And when you smile at me there’s nobody in the world but you. Falling asleep looking at your picture is not enough, I want to invent a monstrosity of a machine that will capture your entirety. I want to cradle your head on my thighs and run my fingers through that full head of hair. I want to kiss you until I melt into you, until I am one with you. I want to feel your tears and your joys and your silences. I am mad, I am beyond redemption. I do not think that this is love. I have loved before. Love is certain as it is uncertain; love is joyous as it is misery; love is a story with an ending. What I feel for you... I will go insane trying to explain this. And that is why I cannot get over this disconnect between the heart and the mouth. That is why I watch you in silence. That is why I will not call this love.