These days I exist through another. The legs that walk and carry me from place to place are not my own. The fingers through which sand falls belong on a hand I cannot feel except in the darkness when I am alone. Through his eyes I see a brightness that I did not know existed. Through his lungs I breathe in the hot humid air. I pull it deep into my being not wanting to let it go. I refuse to exhale until my lungs revolt against me. I want to keep that air inside of me for as long as possible. Even though it is tainted with oppression, it is still the sweetest air I have ever tasted.
Even though its banks are miles away, I can feel the cool water as it surrounds him. As he dives deeper within, I feel its wetness creep through me. I can hear its waves beating upon the shore. I can taste its saltiness upon my lips. I allow it to completely envelop me. I disappear within its waves. As they toss me here and there I finally understand what it means to be "calm".
A distant sound forces me back to reality. Back to the paint chipped walls and dirt covered cement floor. Even though my body is contained within these four walls, my heart beats in another.
2 comments:
Absolutely brilliant. Wow.
That's amazing!
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