Don't ask for forgiveness...

I find me, leave me, go towards me, come from me, nothing ever but me, a particle of me, retrieved, lost, gone astray. I'm all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they. All of them, those that merge, those that part, those that never meet, and nothing else. Yes, something else, that I'm something quite different, a quite different thing, a wordless thing in an empty place. A hard shut dry cold black place, where nothing stirs, nothing speaks, and that I listen. And that I seek, like a caged beast born of caged beasts born of caged beasts born of caged beasts.

Hear that sound ringing in my mind...

We have each other, at least. Even though in many other lifetimes we lived apart; we finally understand now what it means to be together. Our failure to touch, to belong to each other has cost us dearly in the past. Now it's all we know. But soon it won't matter anymore. Everyone is gone eventually, and we will be alone again. We are born apart, driftwood on the banks of an endless dark ocean. And we will be carried away by the swell soon enough. But in between, even if in a single day of living, dancing in a strip of sunlight, we can find what we've been missing. The love that makes us whole. The imminence. Not everyone finds their other. This pattern is ours. 

There's no telling what comes next...