My heart is beating fast wondering if this feeling is going to last more than just a single moment.
You brush my cheek with your hand and it feels like the breaking of a new day. I feel alive and free, like a bird flying for his first time.
I hold onto this moment because it’s all I have. Feeling this free is hard when you feel trapped inside of yourself.
As quickly as you brush my skin, the feeling is gone. Your touch is not hollow, but I am.
I am hollow. Emptiness runs through my veins- fill me up.
My soul is aching to act out, to jump for you but it can’t because it doesn’t understand what is in plain sight.
At any moment will your touch be a memory that fades into my background much like the dawn turns to day and day to night- the sun sinks slowly into the horizon and it’s gone.
Will our moment last for our lifetime? It will and I know you will help me through the darkness. You are there with me to brush the side of my face with your hand to remind me that it’s a new day.
Until next time,