There are few joys greater then finding a kindred spirit.
I am attracted like a moth to the flame.
An awakening of the soul.
Truly there is a burning desire in my heart.
A thirst in my soul for the rare kindred.
You recognize the kindred through
a sense of calm.
Happiness is brief and fleeting but joy
is recognizable. Memories held by the soul.
The soul recalls memories of the subconscious.
Seeking vintage and the memories of my soul.