little light, shining

step.

What's wrong with you, girl? Your legs work, use them.

come now, it's ok. come over here, it's all going to be ok.

the voices come through a veil of water. i never see them; they never see me. i see something, a representation, but i can't be sure what it means. they look human. but they say things i can't understand, things that almost make sense, that would make sense if i were like them.

we all are alone. sometimes a lucky couple come through the mist and find each other, but it is more rare than they believe. many imagine they've found each other; so much wishful thinking in this world. they did love their fairy tales when they were young. they still do.

you can hear me.

i have this moment i've wanted, and my mouth hangs open. thoughts fly through my brain but they won't stop. this is how it is. so close. the truth is, i've stopped wanting it. no, it's mixed. part of me still wants the fairy tale. and now i've lost you. but you know, don't you, how hard it is to say? to say anything, to get out that one real thing, get it out whole, so that it still makes sense when it is outside of you. translate it into language, an imperfect medium, and so difficult to master. if only i could speak in music, in shapes, but i cannot. i long to be a master. maybe one day i will put it down, and it will sing.