A Little of What We Lack

 A LITTLE OF WHAT WE LACK

I lack the words to translate the feelings I carry, like winds dancing among mountains. I sense you in the distance, even when you’re so near, like an island floating in the heart of the sea. The warmth brings us closer, stitching two bodies into the present, immersed in the same current of life, breathing the same breath of the universe, bathed in the light of an eternal moment.

In the confusion of thoughts that orbit our souls, I perceive the dance of illusion and truth. Darkness guides me inward, while the breeze accompanying you passes through me like an echo of something that has always existed.

I feel myself moving forward while you are returning, and in that motion, our lives cross like rivers meeting the ocean. Your voice, innocent like the child we once were, and your presence, steady like a rock, awaken in me the desire to possess. But then I remember: a part of me already rests in you, like a flame that warms without consuming, leaving marks not on the body but on the soul.