Today, our first anniversary spent alone.
The scent of you lingers on the cold side of my bed.
I can’t explain the duality of loving you and not wanting to hurt.
Knowing what is right and what’s wrong.
A lot of what I say I think gets lost in translation.
I wish there were a way for you to plug into my mind to understand the thoughts that lay beneath my eyes.
I feel like a mountain climber climbing to the top of a plateau in search of a peak that doesn’t exist.
But hopeful as I ever am,
I will pursue expeditions that seem so far impossible to find a space in this life where you and I exist in harmony.
poem
Human.
I want to get lost in conversations with perfect strangers.
Talk until the moon is chased away by the sun.
Connect the stars like they were pictures.
Exchange similarities as if relating was a currency.
Theorize the meaning of life like we were philosophers in the year 600.
I want to make sense of it all and have it make no sense at all.
Life is a riddle that shouldn’t be solved.
I want our connectedness to be the only thing.
Emotions we share as humans.
Yearning to feel it all.
Love.
The strings that link us together.
Nerves in a nervous system. One body.
An endless web of souls interconnected.
The surge of energy running through our veins.
Elated, floating, bubbling with happiness.
I want to share the things that make us hurt.
make us laugh.
make us full.
Laugh until we cry,
Then cry until we hug.
Hold each other’s trauma in tender arms.
I want to live a life that’s a constant reminder of what it means to be a human.
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