On the nature of light

Prologue

If the world was empty and the air only ever carried you, even if the sun ceased to shine, here on this lonesome rock, I would wait for you. I do not know how else to be, what else to be, when you are here; the world revolves and around you time finds a center point. I want you to see the wonder that is your existence, whether in denial or at your meanest, through that glass that is your flaw, through the icy thaw beyond which everything grows. It’s a whole universe filled with moments and places and traces of scents. I wish you could see it and so I am trying to paint this picture with my pen. It’s what it means for me, that through you I try and find meaning that I gauge the distance from what life is on how far apart we are. So it aches me that you cannot see yourself in this because this is where I reside, to be so removed from something so dear and close is like a life with no end in a world without light.

Epilogue

The hidden things became significant. The carverns grew and mutated into the strangers we had morphed into. Starring blankly at the scene of our demise, I marveled at the beuatiful etchings of memories that were held together by the gaping lies. The truth was harder to find now, the nooks and cranies all copies of the untold light crevices from which it shone through. You hurt me, I withstood. I had no intentions of embarking on this journey alone, so I changed to fit the mould. I cut and pasted the right words over the shattered beatings of my broken heart. Bearing it out to never experience the softness of the rain, forsaking it for the raging tempest. I wish I knew what I was without you, without having to learn of myself anew, without the solitude of your absence. Without knowing that I have been alone for longer than I would care to admit. The world is all shades of grey and in the dim light I watch the seasonal parade, happiness once so easily defined now escapes even as I come to percieve the light in the bright blue sky.