Thank you.
There is this parallel universe that I don’t visit much. The most distant memories are small irregular blue clouds, which lie close to the edge of the universe that I can see. Even though everything that happened ripped a hole in my world, I still don’t pay much attention to the details that helped create such a fictional world for me. It is that other version of my self that I mean to abandon.
Perhaps you sent a signal and perhaps my hunger helped me hear. I threw away my mind rehearsed and jumped in with both feet into the torrents of my myriad universe. Nothing is accidental.
In the totality of things and in the spirit of choice, you answered my request, you came, we spoke, and I can breathe again. A sense of the past pervades all and permeates into our conversation but we are relieved that it is the good past that haunts us and not so much the bad. We fought against the dragon and the dragon fought against us and neither of us prevailed but maybe through salvation we finally found our place again.
