cloud cult

Maybe it's not really love until you find yourself taking inventory of all the adorable animals you'd gut over a pentagram to restore someone to health to pass time in the waiting room. If that's the case, then today I earned us both a merit badge in useless gestures. Any idiot can worship the sun but today as I walked from an air conditioned drug store into the overcast summertime gray, the tension in my solar plexus took the form of remembering you and a buzzing appreciation for your lightlessness, for all the words you would never have used so I could have them all. And the only sentence I want to say with them more than "I love you," is "I wish not to use my love to limit your existence to the person I have known, but to celebrate all the things I have yet to see you be".