The Light Above The Tunnel (2)
All year I had felt like I was chasing a light above a tunnel that avoided me. My skin seemed to be photophilic but still craved its golden touch.
Now I’m not sure how my first semester self would react to the feel of the light I found but my body no longer quivers at the touch of it and the grates that once held me from it have decayed. Did my skin shed a layer? Who is to know until I look back on this post. A month from now, a year from now, ten years from now. I will continue to change just as the light will. The light above the tunnel.










