I have drunk the night
and swallowed the stars.
At least we have each other. Despite it all, this is something I am certain in. We lived so long apart; yet now we finally understand. Our failure to touch, to belong. But it doesn't matter anymore. Everybody is gone, and we will join them. 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, in a single day of living ... that dancing in a strip of sunlight, we can find what we miss. The love that makes us whole. The imminence. Not everybody finds their other. This pattern is mine. And I will stand by you.
