I find you in the shadows, following me around as if it’s your mission to capture my heart. Shadow souls, thumping beats, colors transmitting through our nerves as if it’s a signal from a universe far off, coming towards me, swirling around me from these shadows, filling my senses with whispers of you, sights of you– like sparks—like the formation of new stars.
The farther I run, the faster you follow, the quicker I hide, the tighter your grasp around me.
It’s power that only you and I possess, these extremities of our desires, the long awaited desperation that makes the world shake and throb with earthquakes like there’s no tomorrow. The maddening happiness with you, my shadow.
The magnificent combination of you and I,
the churning black hole that captures all the colors of the world, all the bright lights, all that shimmers and all that transmits through the dark, dark nights—
bursting at once in the skies and raining down on us with pieces of rainbow confetti,
broken pieces of you and I,
pieces of your scent, your soul, your heart, and your vigor mixed with mine in a perfect assortment of bliss and happiness shattered all over the ground.
My happiness in you and yours in mine. Running down the ally of broken dreams and shimmering glass, never giving up, following each other like shadows
in different abstract lengths of long and narrow.