I tried to fly out of body to flow freely but I kept being pulled back. Within myself was another self who I visited every once in a while, as you would an elderly relative. The visits were short and stifled with regret looming in the air from me neglecting to visit more often. Guilt. I spent so much time in the company of others that time just went by. So I promise to stay in contact.
The ground is cool beneath my feet but I just needed to feel. Needed to know that I was still existing and not just caught in someone else's dream. As the wind blew past my face I caught hold of it as a baby suckling its mothers breast for the very first time and I exhale. Tears run slowly down my face and I take calm in knowing that I'm still here. Purged from a soul bound by the ideologies of others and suppressed into a dark corner of her own subconsciousness, she remained silent and accepting because she didn't know what it felt like to be free. Thinking it normal to walk upon eggshells hoping not to crack or be cracked.
It was in her alone time when she heard me, yelling from the well that housed her tears. My drowning and gasp for air pulled her in to me and we spoke once again, but candidly. She realized that she was losing me and in that, losing herself so she embraced me and nothing was strange about it. A perfect fit.