Umbilical cords. I’m connected to you. Do you nourish me? Do I leech you? Can I feel a pulse of thought come my way? Have we let it shrivel and wither away? Have we severed it? Leaving wounds that bleed ceaselessly. Lovers in memory, but strangers in the light. Does the silken thread of love connect you to me, and me to you? Pull me towards you when I need you. I’ll let go when you want me to. Shut my eyes to you. Not watch you from the shadows. Open your eyes and I am there. Enclose you in my cocoon. There’s just you and there’s just me. In togetherness and in solitude, I cherish you and I long for you. Let the strings strain, vibrate and snap. Age together with knots, moments lost in motes, as we weave the caul of death. Vibrant and dull, intricate and austere, immaculate and frayed. A life of togetherness. We are connected.
I've never done this before. Neither have I. I think it's too early. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. I feel funny. Is it supposed to be like this? I always thought it would be different. Not with you. Never with you. I can do without this. Oh, I don't need this either. What about tomorrow? Yeah, today won't be the same after this. We won't be the same after this. There's no turning back. It feels right though. I feel fine. Alright, I'll do it. I'll do it. I love you. I love you.