I always think I'm fine, until I see you again, or speak to you: until you're close. Sometimes, I can feel you. A memory, a sound, a taste and I'm transported back to you. And then, my body responds to you on a cellular level. I come back to life, to feeling, to euphoria and pain. The air between us is heavy with the burden of all the words left unspoken. We pretend, you and I, and we are far too good at it. We lie to the others but we've even succeeded in convincing ourselves we're ok. Of course, I think of you... All the time, even when I don't reach out. To forget you would be to forget the best of me, all I ever wanted to be. See, it's like this. I was crouched over, sitting in the darkness, in a corner of the abandoned home that imprisoned me. I was just rocking back and forth, holding myself tight, holding myself together, for fear if I let go, every piece would fall apart and I would come undone. You must have heard my cries and mistaken them fo...
A spiritual being having a human experience: musings on love, happiness and meaning.