A Home I Carry.

I’d like to wake up one morning and find the room dim and quiet, something other than your breaths echoing back and forth. You turn in your position, and we are face-to-face, your eyes closed, creating dreams in a headspace I tell myself I don’t know, for you are inscrutable in every way imaginable, and every day I get to know you better and better..

But you are changing everyday, but in a good way. A way that helps us grow, thrive, expand.

I am wearing your t-shirt, and I confidently slip from the covers, heading towards the balcony, drawing the blinds open. The sun is rising on the eastern coast, and the clouds are accumulating near the horizon, and a faint line of light is bidding the sea, before it goes on, extending its bounds, renewing its dimensions.

Slowly as not to wake you, I find myself sneaking into the balcony, greeting the breeze, thanking it for every shiver that trills across my bare skin, the hair bouncing in joy, my lips tilting to the side, forming a smile.

It’s a morning I had dreamed of, long time ago. A time when reality was sweet, but dreams elusively sweeter. That thin line of light was something I thought was a fiction of my make-beliefs, but it’s here and now, radiating colours I hadn’t the imaginative capacity to visualise.

Almost too suddenly, the shivers recoil to the smoothness of skin, as I feel an intelligent touch caressing it like a cursive “y”. With my eyes closed, I smile, knowing it’s origin. The breeze is more innocently violent, as it’s observing me. The thin line of light is faint no longer, but strong enough to illuminate the realm, allowing the ripples to glitter like tiny spotlights, converting them from the ubiquitous to the extraordinary.

I allow my body to ease, as I find support on your body. Your fingers find their way in the mazes of my hair, massaging me in comfort and particular rapture, and my breaths deepen, finding meaning in every exhale knowingly. You aspired to travel the world, and I with you, but I wished to create a mobile home that I could find wherever I was, and there you are. A piece of a journey that transcends the limits of time and space.

A journey of love.

I turn around, giving you the attention you crave. I respect you; your passion, your wild, your enchantment. I trust your drive and instincts, because they had already led us places in both spectra; the insides of our world and the outside.

I want to be more than just in this life with you, I’d like to venture the secrets of heaven and hell, the good and sinful. I’d like to delve into the basics of our existence, because you show me how well you do it everyday.

The sun had risen, the clouds dissipating like ellipsis across a substantial yet finite piece of parchment. The glimmer of the ripples has transferred to the October sky above us, and the breeze is yet more indulging and rejuvenating.

Our hands lock. Our happiness intrinsic, sourced from efforts we exert continuously to make it work. To make magic.

That spot on the ocean shall become history for with you, there are so many more oceans to cross and dive in. But still, I’ve got the home I love with me, all the time.

As long as I carry your imprint with me.