1.4.18 – Fizzing
I tried to arrange the table to run in to you but you never seemed adamant enough to stay in one place. We were passing electricity, shocking but not stopping, and traveling still down some complex path to make harmony not just a part of the strategy but a result from all the balancing of energy. We were in transition, maybe even removed a bit from the rest of those solid attractors and shiny stones. The properties beneath our skin were still being expressed decades later after we became flesh and blood, left for blue sky and a reason why all this had to exist in beauty and breathless unrest. I wanted to explore it in a bright bond, one that we might hold on to even after university, discovery, and misery. We were people practicing at being partially inanimate and hoping nothing would stick, in case the positives were stolen or the negatives were given. I never sat well with math but you seemed like an additive. Sweet natured and elemental, closer to noble than I’d know how to even talk to. But I did anyhow, slipping and tripping without a care in case I stumbled in to your orbit and we sorted out our numbers. It was numbing, your status assured, while mine would only sink in air. You were neon not afraid of burning out, running with a sizzle beneath a sun sizing you up in jealous shade. A fella could feel like the world was small standing in that presence but I had sense enough to stay close and and sew my scared self together till it became natural state to be at your side. Maybe that’s never, in spite of time spent on your edge, I’m still straining those threads and threatening a coarse division of this nurtured patch. You were the reason to paste over the holes, hold myself accountable and shed that incomplete shape. That was the story I see in the stars about you, absolute and daring for greater.