Convalescence

The sinks have been stained red. The walls are being torn down . The smoke still fills my lungs but somehow I am paralyzed. This is the first day that I have woken up to the sun in my eyes. This is about the moments that are too divine to be photographed. This comfortable silence that we share is delicate, but there is no way to describe it’s worth. I cannot allow myself to put down in words how remarkable you are because the words that I write are not fit to describe you. I am stranded in the labyrinth of understanding you, but I cannot seem to shake that there is a feeling of reciprocity between us. It is difficult but I am not walking alone anymore.

The scars are fading and I am willing.