Omnipresent

Sometimes I believe I'm omnipresent because my heart is in more places than my body has ever been and if I ever took the time to stop and comprehend how to mend it all ...I would meet the end bending back on itself and for the first moment I would have to catch my breath before I ever said I love you because I just couldn't live with the notion that the motion of my lips forming the devotion of heart in a sentence would cause the oceans to rise and the nights to cry stars that fall in repentance. So, my scarred shoulders bare the remembrance that atlas(t) every hindrance is a stepping stone, and every ex-hell is an entrance to the places I call home