i look around, and realize i’m now free from the bondage of the world. the sun hits your glistening skin, and my face cannot resist the urge smile. my senses struggle to grasp what happens before me, but my soul knows it’s right.
i know your name, though we’ve never truly met. you recognize this, but don’t question it. somehow your being is one with mine as though it is that way. as though it always should’ve been this way.
we sit in the morning light, i study the way the blues kiss the greens in your eyes, while you study the way each freckle dots my face.
here, in this moment, things connect. this confusing world filled with mishaps has meaning, has purpose. we have purpose.
the universe understands that our chance slipped through our fingers, and what remains is but a far away dream, a reality so ethereal that even with wide open eyes i struggle to see you clearly.
maybe it’s my eyes, maybe it’s the light, maybe it’s the fact that i’m seeing you.
i’m seeing you. i see you, i will see you.
i will see you again.