the returns
having been lightyears away
the curve of space
the distortion of light caused by a black hole
returning
as if i was never gone
yet feeling my skin "again"
the paradox of not waiting one more second
to live
and knowing patiently that the living is happening all the while
learning
to love
the tick of the clock
the beat of the drum
and the spaces in between
the curve of space
the distortion of light caused by a black hole
returning
as if i was never gone
yet feeling my skin "again"
the paradox of not waiting one more second
to live
and knowing patiently that the living is happening all the while
learning
to love
the tick of the clock
the beat of the drum
and the spaces in between