Is it distraction if the thought of you brings peace to my mind? Allowing clarity through the opacity of my life; To be recurring, a neuron to continue firing. A way in which the rewiring of my brain reaches for you to say you are an operator of the switch.
The light that you have shown and the way it radiates through my core have only continued to melt the ice intermingled within delicate dna. Like a lake frozen in time, that haze ebbs and flows with the shifting of the landscape.
What is it about how you can look at me, merely taking in what you gaze upon, and suddenly my eyes are transfixed on yours?
And in that instant it goes quiet:
Neurons stop, water freezes, lights switch off.
Then it is only you.
