i was born a bouncing bundle of tinted pink flesh to a woman who smells of baby powder and dreams,
under the pale monochrome skies of England.
01 wrapped me in it's arms and welcomed me to this wretched earth.
but the fact that i can almost still feel my tiny finger wrapping around yours as i wailed and sent all the blood flooding to my cheeks reminds me that this wretched earth can still produce memories and magic.
and i can see her now,
the hazy figure of a smiling nurse in the corner,
the only pixelated figure in the room.
donned in light cauliflower yellow,
she was the first flower i'd ever seen.
a sunflower.
and the sun was cradling me in her arms and pouring all of her passion and goodness into me,
our heartbeats synchronizing once and for all,
a spell never to be broken.
and that was it.
that was our moment-
forever.
prophecy of friendship fulfilled.
it will always be ours,
that moment.
even when it's old and fraying at the edges and i'm pressing it between worn pages of yellowing time.
it will always be precious.
and although the faint smell of antiseptic was our earthly ambience,
we were somewhere in the stars where the two of us will always feel like a climax in a novel.
somewhere where the two of us together are a peak in itself.
so,
i was looking with wide eyes drinking in the moment-
the time,
the love,
and blushing like a ripe mango out of simultaneous tangible and emotional warmth.
i was grazed and graced by the sun, after all.
with the moon behind the lense,
preserving time and capturing the moment,
the sun adding to our effervescent glows,
your eyes sung to me that one Elvis song.
love me tender,
love me sweet.
never let me go.
you have made my life complete,
and i love you so.
i stared up at you,
mesmerized by your halo,
and sincerely hoping my own eyes replied:
"it's so nice to finally meet you."
thank u for reading. 🌷 xoxo
