Letus

i am coming home, and here is what i would like to do, would you accompany me?

let us go to the beach, i would like to walk into the roaring waves, feel the sand between my toes, the foam twisted around my skirt tail. i would like to splash water on your face.

let us go to a book cafe, we could sit shoulder to shoulder, silent shapes between body frames, the world between us caught in words on a page. i’ll read my favorite book, you can read yours too. let us share secrets, we don’t have to talk.

let us go have a picnic, maybe to a golden field with a rattan basket and checkered mats. bring your pen and paper, your voice and laughter, delicious cupcakes, and my lomo camera. i would like to take a picture of your face to fill up the void on my huge wall space. i would like to draw it into the circles that join my days.

let us go into an empty room and listen to music. let us go into a cold darkness and sing. let us go into the maze pruned by sharp isolation in our heads, play hide-and-seek, embrace with cold fingers, flesh dripping with intrigue, let us examine the unknown. let us draw stick figures on each other’s hands. let us enjoy a concoction of coffee and sunrise, let us sip champange and drown in the chocolate buffet, let us declare each minute a brand new day. let us eat cheap ice cream, play on rusty swings, say hello to our ancient primary school trees. let us put on our uniforms, let us pretend and make believe. let us wear blindfolds and take an unfamiliar bus. let us sit on the top deck, in the first row.

let us share experiences, create memories. let us be acutely aware of ourselves, of each other. let us crystallize the world into one moment, let us make sixty seconds last forever. don’t tarry, don’t make haste, come let us sit cross-legged on the floor, let us play the staring game, let us be intact, let us break. let us heat up, let us freeze, let us be quiet, let us holler. let us be friends, let us be lovers.

and then, only then, everything will be all right.