lux aeterna

Giving your life to someone, with open arms. Waiting, in those slight moments between moments, for their acknowledgment of your existence, and being set free from the stillness and vibrancy of loneliness. Knowing that you are bound by chains but all the same, set free, with newfound wings, into a world where you always have somewhere to land. But only because that person makes you feel like you are living. Not always waiting for something to end. For something else to pass. Maybe loving the place you are in. Or looking forward to something in the future. Knowing you will have light and wonder, new things to experience and discover, new ways to find exquisiteness in the details around you.