When I am slumped in my chair and i am not sure of who i am and of who i am supposed to be, it is you that quiets the world outside of me. you help me to see clearness, realness; happiness. Although often we nibble at one another's differences, i feel more the same with you than with any other person. you hold my hand as we walk the streets, my eyes closed to all light. cars thunder on beside us, the sun's humming heat persists against my skin and the wind still moans and yawns in my ears.

from here, closed eyed and with my fingers in your fingers, i can finally see.