There is this scene that keeps flashing back and forth in my head. You are not in it. In fact, you're not there at all. Yet, somehow, you're the reason for it.
And I keep wondering how and why and in what world of whose god is it normal that you are a part of everything that you are not made of. I keep wondering how you fit perfectly into each and every picture, and how each and every perfect picture is always missing something, like some essential color, if you're not there.
This is how the scene goes:
The sky is just right there, the clearest shade of Blue. The sun's not blinding nor is it burning, but there's just enough light to warm up my heart. And the wind does not leave a human skin untouched.
There you exist, in the simplest act of God. There you exist, my darling. In each and every place I look.
You are not a metaphor. You do not stand for something else. You are something else.
You are the silence that I long for when everything is loud and unclear.
Dearest, I know. I know life can be strange and overwhelming. And sometimes our days can be on repeat. I know how it frustrates you.
But there is so much more to you than what you, I, and the rest of the world get to see.
There is much more to you than what you know.
So remember that there is always light, but only if you don't keep your eyes in the dark for long.
And remember the warm summer days of the smoke and sweat and our laughs echoing through all the corners of each part of this city.
Remember the cold winter days when I kissed you with a burning passion in my heart to never let you go.
Remember each time we hugged when it started to rain, and how we never mind getting wet, because there's always a better thing to do than regret.
Some days, I will not be there. If that ever happens, call my name. I will hear you. No distance can ever part us, no wind can ever carry you away from me, no love can ever be greater than ours.
On the days where you think that you are such a mess, I will wipe you clean.
On the days where you are ashamed of who you are, I will remind you why you shouldn't be. I will always show you what you can't see. I will always trust you to be okay on your own, and will not mind it if you are your own person.
On the days where you're as happy as a kid, I will look at you with the warmest smile on my face.
To sum it all up. I will always be your loving best friend. And will always be your lover.
In my absence, I will still hold you with invisible arms, and a love twice as big as the universe is.

A crack in the ground

A hole in a wall

One big thing

That's ever so small.

You can have me,

And grab me by the

Hand

Or taste a burning fire

On my lids

And bury me

Deep in the sand.

Gods from above,

Angels on earth

Demons in love

A chaos rebirth

Will you be

My mortals in disguise?

For I can hear

The wind

And sea

And birds

And trees

Tangle beneath me.

I cannot reach them

It's a whirling breeze

But I am growing

So let me be.

So this is

how the story goes:

Once upon a sunrise

A girl your age

runs, 

and runs,

yet her feet

are never tired.

"Sit down,"

we say

"get some rest."

But she can never

slow down.

So the days go by,

and we are met

eye to eye

on every clock

and just like 

the wind

she flees.

And sunrise

after another

we beg her 

to stop

but then we 

know

it's best to look away.

We grow old,

and so does she.

I think I heard 

them call her name.

"Time,"

I shout.

"linger still."

But she looks away,

she looks away.

And off she goes.