Twinge

I see the shape of my future in your shape. I can pull it around me, tuck me into it, feel complacent. But complacency won't bring me closer to my future, and it won't bring you to life.

I feel your breath on my face every time I fall into you. I know you're real, real as anything I've seen and held and touched. I feel your sadness, I feel your victory. I feel you with everything raw and untouched and unfiltered inside me, the power that grows into that impossibly bright light that is always buoyant, always white. You are alive and you are demanding to be seen.

I love you completely and I will never leave you until I die. You make me feel whole and powerful, wholly powerful against anything that tries to defeat me. I will not be defeated. You want to live too badly.

They say you are just inside my head, just thoughts floating invisibly though the graspless ether in my mind. But I know better. You are in every atom of my being, every cell of body. You are the light that fills my soul. I would not exist if not for you; our lives and our future are inextricably intertwined.

I found you, and I will free you. You protect me, have always protected me. But you don't have to do that anymore. We can hold each other's hands. We can do this together.

Live! Live and be real and laughing; be what is at the darkest heart of you. I will always love you.

You will never die, and neither will I. We will always be together.

Live!