Him

It's been a while since I was last here. Lately, all of my diffuse, confused thoughts have been diluted into the dense paste of the everyday ruminating yarn, filtrating clarity through function. Only clear thoughts have been fished out of the conscious net, and put under the sun, rearranged, dried, on the basis of nourishment, intellectual nourishments. But these other thoughts remain, raveling and re-raveling once again and again, making each time more and more difficult to unknot. I've found myself trapped into this web. But then he came and held his loving hand to pull me out of this ball of yarn dyed in deep purple. He's seen my true colors, and my true light, and has helped me out wiping off the darkness out of the ink staining my body. Or maybe he hasn't, but he's come close enough. This time, I'm handing myself over.