Dear California Friends
Dear California friends,
Her eyes.
There was a grayness to her stare,
A lack of a person behind it.
In the dark she can’t be seen
And in the light she is merely a shadow:
A soft, silent shadow.
Her eyes.
She kept them down,
Just like her voice.
Folded arms.
Tapping feet.
Bowed head.
Curious eyes
Looking only into the dark.
Her house.
A house?
Yes.
Her house.
A home?
No.
Who is she?
Herself.
She was lost inside herself,
So she got lost inside the world.
...The next morning she was gone.
She was terrified.
She was foreign.
Unsure of directions.
But still,
she was not lost
And so,
she was enthralled.
No longer silent,
She spoke.
She made friends.
And in the shade of a palm tree
They spoke.
They made plans.
The future.
In ten years from now where will they be?
Here?
Together?
Hopefully.
Staring down at their hands
It was clear they were only holding
Out of fear of letting go.
Because she is afraid to let go:
She’s never had such love in her whole life.
Have you ever glowed in the dark?
Have you ever been on fire?
Her blood,
Her skin,
Her fingernails,
She can feel everything.
And she’s never felt like this anywhere else.
Have you ever felt like that?
Have you ever felt everything?
The whole universe all at once?
If not, then you won't understand,
It’s chocolate;
You can’t explain what it tastes like.
And you’ll never know until you’ve tried it yourself.
Two weeks later she returned.
Yet, in a way, she never did.
Her eyes,
Staring in the mirror.
As a once unimaginable version of herself
Stares back.
Sincerely,
My very grateful self.
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