12.17. 24.7.2018.

We have been engaging in this dance for a while. Unknowns. Discoveries. Much of it being the former. What are you thinking. What am I thinking. Should I materialize the thoughts or should I conceal. You are saying the words but you are not saying the words. I am listening to the words but I am listening to my own words. I caught your light iris on that Saturday afternoon and despite the distance between us I could trace the subtlest movement of your eyes. The decreasing size of you - away from me, toward the water - had been burnt into every cell of my corporeal...and non-corporeal self. How had it all unfolded, I don't know. How did I let it unfold this far, I don't know. Surrendering is the only option I have right now. And I am no longer afraid.