She was sitting there, lost in the world that she is. The world she could never allow anyone inside. She was sitting there and he walked up to her...lost in his. Their eyes met and she knew right then, his world and hers were much the same. Then, with no apparation, she opened her curtains, and showed him what was focused in the black. She had the projector, he came with the light. To project her colors. The key to her world. They laid and she felt her spirit come out of her and up above them, where his was there to meet. Their hands folded in and out as if to delicately untie a ribbon. And when their lips met, it felt more familiar than anything that could ever be predicted. They had unfolded their own world, and become lost in it...together. They immediately had an understanding. Not the kind of any words. A kind inside the eyes, felt from touch, a feeling transcended over into them. They were still laying there a 3 years later. Experiences took place, all kinds. His light grew dimmer, and because so did the colors in her. They were still laying there 3 years later, in different worlds. They were still laying there...why? She was hoping to find his soul under the sheets, buried so far in the sheets. She got lost, in the sheets that is...searching for him. It was dark in there, and she got all tied up, twisted. She couldn't breathe. She was in a huge knot in these fucking sheets, why didn't he untie her? He was laying there. Why was she looking in the god damn sheets for his love in the first place? She didn't know where else to look...that's where she found it.All of these questions came out and choked her. His light was completely gone now, and she was in the dark trying to find her own light again. She got out of bed, put on her walls, and walked away...with her head help up high and with tears in her eyes. Weeks had passed, and it had been months since she had seen that look in his eyes...the understanding kind. She talked to him, he talked to her. Words were exchanged and an understanding has started to take place again, but it's different this time. It's the kind with words. And that scares her. And they have to wait now. To feel what's not been there, what should have been. To feel. To transcend. To connect. To remember. So here they are now with two different beds. Two different beds 2000 miles apart. Her spirit still meets his sometimes at night...above her in the air...in her dreams.
Very beautiful and very personal, thank you for sharing. Your last line is quite powerful, with the ring of experience...
