July 24, 2016
I can be where I am, and you can see me, can't you? Can you feel me? Are the hands that I open large enough to hold your light? I am in need of your light. I have so very little of my own. I dream of the light. It comes to me in dreams. I am afraid of it sometimes, but I need it. I hold onto it. I hold onto the possibility that someday the light will be mine. For now, I see the light in you. You have opened your eyes, and the light has fed me.