Someone

what if you’re asked to give something tangible? Something that smells like, sounds like, feels like, looks like… Though the rest is still unknown, how much it matters to me how it feels to be on the other side. To be the scent that I smell, to be the subtle hum to my ears, to be the breeze that sweeps leaves unto my steps, to be the fog of a shadow before me. What is it like to be on the other side, to look like there’s always sunshine after the rain, to feel like everyday is to think about someone, to live like there’s a reason to look forward to, to have faith that every tear has a reasonable depth, to believe that every star sleeps next to our dreams, to be the one to look unto the sky and see a face that to the world means nightfall, but to you means the world, the spirit of existence, the joy of every smile, and the very core of your being. What does it feel to be content of all the things we know, by just being on the other side- to be the one to love and to know what it feels like to look after someone, to care for someone, to believe that there is someone like . . . me who all along, sits here, and doesn’t know a thing about all those things we think that exist. We are only barren, struck, hoping that someday they will unravel that what we knew all along… was after all, for realz.