In absence it becomes static

Moments in sunlight, connection of skin and eyes your footprint in every memory transcending time’s pathway in constant repetitions. Assuaging wind carves bright patches of sound into the phonetic of your syllables. I spent a summer longing for the taste of your silhouette where the sky finishes, earth rises up to embrace the shadows. Vestiges of centeredness coexisting for a second in stuttering candlelight. This lifelong yearning for another place propels your waves into the cortex emancipates consciousness delays and departs.

Anastasia Van Spyk