Memories are coated with a new film. A sweetness covers over the grey lines that once clouded my image.
Your words drip into me like liquid honey. I hold them tight and cling to them as though they are all that matters.
But in this brief exchange, the lens transitions to a new location and I spot the beauty only you could see.
I am beauty.
The sheath of my dark thoughts becomes brittle and transparent. I am not darkness.
I am light.