Without darkness, the light would leave us blinded. Contrast. Contrast gives us beauty. Perspective. Appreciation. You cannot love the sun unless you also take the moon as your lover, and embrace its twisted shadows in your arms.
Resonate. To resonate with someone, to feel their vibrations in your heart, to be one with them, shoulder to soul and soul to shoulder. It's like looking in a mirror and finally seeing the part of you you couldn't see on all those nights alone.
I see wings on people's backs of different colors. They rustle, sometimes restlessly, and I hear the flutter of their feathers. Some are yellowed, some are black; mine are grey, and slightly tattered. Yours were grey too, but yours glowed.
Belief. In here it lacks conviction, passion. Belief. I am ****** for believing in music more than I believe in God. In church you're supposed to raise your hands and loudly proclaim for all to see. So many splayed fingers, so many gaping mouths. I'm not convinced.
And as I gaze at candle flames wavering from my breath, I am reminded of a love for you that shines as bright and hot as desert bonfires, but just as easily is diminished by a puff of air, if you chose. And fear melts my heart like candle wax, and it drips into my lungs and burns my breath.
I wrote down words and folded them into paper boats. Music and memories tucked away in fragile constructs. I set them a-sail in floodwaters, their voyages doomed, with my approval. I wanted to forget you. I still do.