Light is one thing. Dark is another.

What of empty?

There must be a something for something to be empty. Or lost. Or dark.

It hurts. You know you’re alive. You know you feel.

Afraid. You know you’re real. You know you feel.

Feet are heavy. Flight is grim. No one’s there to hold you.

You know you want to be held.

You want. You need. You’re real. You feel.

So fear is stupid. Is silly. Is crazy. Isn’t real.

Like you.

Like who can breath and dance a dream come true.

Like who can hope and wish and kiss and coo.

Like who is one who wants, who needs, who blew

A kiss and said I knew who

Was you.