Nebulous warmth brought new halo shines to my reflection. I hate that I have to miss you now. I mean it is not that I have to, it is who I am. You interfered with my messy loneliness only to be able to bring to surface some long lost inert struggles. Of belonging and relying. Of understanding and sharing. Of caring and giving.
I thought I killed them all with indifference. With being. Simply being. You proved me wrong, you have awakened them with perfect smiles and acts of pure kindness. Attachment came out of thin air. My daemons are now roused. Their growling hunger of connecting to the outside world needs to be dealt with.
Change is here. I can no longer simply be.
I have to be
with you.
I
Yes, me.
I saw you in the rise of the sun, coming from the line where the sky touches the see. Bigger and bigger. A seagull curving the wings to push the air of non-existence, beat after beat, until you landed on my beach. And gave meaning. And made every particle of sand a fractal of universes.
The seagull needed a beach to nest. I was standing inhaling rain in the young light of spring when you landed on the tip of my left shoe.
I felt you were different.
I needed to know.
You.