know

Take off all my clothes (I want you to know me)
Beat me with the truth (I want to know you)

The truth of who I am
The truth of who you are

Expose the purest elements for what they are
Untouched and unscathed by the facades of humanity

Let's plunge into the depths
Soar into the heights
Holding hands
Like we know each other

Never let go, never

what happens last.

She began pondering all the last moments. The last time she said this. The last time she saw this. The last time she did that. The last time she said that. The last time she saw their faces.

This is where the cruelty and beauty of life merge. It's so cruel that those were the last moments. But it's so beautiful that they happened.

That they happened to her.

Suddenly, everything that ever happened to her felt heavy, pressing against her soul, stabbing the crevices of her mind, gripping her body like a vice. She couldn't breathe.

This is what happened last time.

Her eyes flew open when the shattering of a million pieces whispered in her ears. All the moments, everything that ever happened to her were there, in pieces, scattered on the ground. Then she saw it.

Every piece was the first word, first page, first chapter of another story. These were not last things.

And this wouldn't be the last time He would remind her of this.

new

She opened her eyes. The unfamiliar scent that greeted her nostrils reminded her of something she never experienced. Her body was surrounded by a silky residue that resembled the after breath of an exquisite dream. She didn't know where she was, but she new exactly what to do, where to go, what to say.

She began to move her limbs, gently brushing away the silk that departed with an encouraging whisper against her skin. The familiar was infused with a glow she did not recognize, an unexplainable light that now painted her whole world.

Her hands were empty. Her bag was unusually light. There was no urge to hurriedly sort through the daily crowdedness of her mind.

She saw all the faces. She heard all the voices. She remembered the last two months. She wanted to cry out, but he was already holding her hand. This is what new feels like.

All things had been made new.

She recalled a promise of an easy yoke and moved forward in joy, embracing her freedom to always walk in peace.

REACHing OUT

She was so nervous. Her mind had already been fed with so much falsity and death. Life was dwindling within her. She closed her eyes, ready to submit.

Then she felt something brush against the cavity of her mind. She was suddenly infused. She reached out. She reached across the table and touched his face. She had been so nervous up to this point. She had almost given up.

The face looked back and returned the gesture. The feeling in the room changed from a sun-heated cement wall to a snow-cooled mountain stream. The affect was refreshing.

The pieces of cement in her own heart melted.

She was alive again. She had reached out. The face across the table was beautiful, was radiating with a soul loved by Love.

She felt even more Love herself. As she reached up and took His hand, Love smiled.

cycle

She couldn't believe it.

This trap was so easy to fall into. The same emotions. The same words. The same routine. How could she have convinced herself this time felt different?

She wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or frustrated or jealous. It was too soon too tell.

She stepped back from the cliff and looked up at the sky. It's size overwhelmed her. She felt the indifference of the clouds.

She stood there in silence.

resolution::empowerment

Full of his mind. Full of his soul. Full of his heart for her, for him, for them.

She had never felt so filled.

She began wondering if she had been empty before, if she would never feel longing again.

The euphoria faded, but the resolve remained strong. In this resolve, she moved forward.

Her demeanor was sobering, but her heart was happy. The resolve satisfied her soul; she met peace.

Wall People

She hit a wall. Except it wasn't a wall - it was a person.

But she had hit a wall.

When she stepped back, she could see his face, hear his words, understand his emotions. But when she stepped forward, she hit a wall. There was a barrier, yet he was so transparent. There was no mystery to anything she saw in him.

She stepped back again, and this time saw him more distinctly, sensing physical features of his body, of his personality, of his mind. He was so beautiful.

Again, she went forward and hit a wall.

He spoke with her. They exchanged many words. Their exchanges were clear, humorous, and brief.

One day, someone gave her a picture. The picture was of herself.

She was also a wall.