#driftlight

i can feel the words twisting inside me (untouchable inescapable) unable to leave me just another silent thought sentenced to a silent death.

Today's the day. The day I tell her I love her. Like, actually love her. A sun and moon and stars and lightning and thunder kind of love. The kind that shakes you to your core. The kind that makes you grow. Like water after a drought. I feel like a tree with her. Like a grand old oak tree against the night sky. Like I could reach for the stars if I tried.

Language is alive. As alive as civilizations and the people and the lands they fill. One year, ten, decades, centuries Go by. And still, it remains. Ever-changing and adapting, stealing, molding, discarding. Language is a journey: changing, from one stop to the next, from generation to generation, continuing forever.

I can feel the ache inside me gaping, growing, swallowing the bones and blood inside me. The expanding void in its wake: replacing flesh with broken words, and the remains of dreams eaten by a world called reality.

we'll drift and we'll float until we rest at the bottom of the world.

You and I: we have found ourselves, in our journeys to make our way back to each other. In my quest to be brave I have found my edges, and strength, where I thought only lay weakness. The shape of my cowardice has shown me the path to compassion. In your search to find heart, you found inside yourself a light, that you had stopped believing you could carry. You took that light and let it shine. To carve paths in the dark that had once trapped you, and to guide others so they may stumble, but never be lost.