Depth

Would that the depth of what we wished to write extended beyond the finite dimensions of the page, opening the world of our minds to those around us.  Wishing to peel back the scalp to prove the length and breadth of ones soul, as if even that had some fathomable, discernible limit of depth that we could use as a marker.  A marker that while hoping to label our voracity in verbosity would signify the true depth of our intention and love.