I can feel my cells tingling in a frenzy of confusion and longing for
your presence, because your absence got them scattered across galaxies looking
for you. I feel distant from myself without you. I’m not here.
But when I’m confined in your eyes, I feel freer than in any conceivable
utopia. I allow your gaze to consume my flame because I know that I have to
keep your soul warm. This is just a preparation – an exercise. We are
evaporating symbols of the fog that haunts us in our deepest sleep. It’s confined
in dreams we don’t remember, because we’re too busy deafening ourselves with
music that seduces and sedates us into non-being. We are the result of a long,
hard battle fought against ourselves, and for millennia, we’ve been barely winning.
Here, stay here, or I will reel you in with question marks. I eat up my
syllables hoping to grow wiser. You’re the only one I’ve Found.
I’m the lava that decided to breathe, knowing it will freeze by doing
so. Its only relief is that it passes on its heat into something that
solidifies as an eternal statue, transcending its yell of defiance and reaching
the bliss it could never have in its state of unstirred passion before its
release.
