thebluestlight
He beckons to me with his eyes, a deep shade of blue not in color but in depth. He searches me and I am lost, unable to breathe or even think. There is a desire I cannot place, that I am afraid to name, but which I already understand through my own yearning. What is this feeling, I wonder? I am still learning.
Return to me. It was the simplest phrase and yet the hardest task to manage. How was I to return to her when I did not even know where I was? Lost in my own head, a child still rushing through her mother’s amniotic fluid, sensing this thing called ife all around her and yet not yet able to grasp what it meant to be alive. How could I return when I did not know where I was from? Where do I return? My love, where do I turn? I seek her answer but she is nowhere near. She is gone and I am still alone here.
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