existential meditation

memories at times brought ruin. yet when the light touched them, how beautiful they were. the scent they left in my palms, I never forgot. I breathed it in, knowing my hands would forget. I couldn’t hide my curiosity, even against the war within. it wasn’t the wars themselves I longed to know, but the way a human learns to be human. they all asked for care, a delicate, deliberate touch. I tended to each one. my words of love were the tree’s shadow falling upon the moonlight. dear darkness, I am the light that belongs to you. it was uncarved, and I was enchanted. enchanted by its simple existence. perhaps I was the only one who would be. still, I was enchanted. the truest thing was my reflection. how sweet it was to taste its reality. to look here too late shattered me. yet even late, to look. and purity, a subject never to be overstated.