Standing on the edge of something beautiful,
I watched what made me believe,
that the sun came back for me.
The wind was rusting through my hair, fighting it’s way into me
and for once
I did not feel stone.
I did not feel the concrete,
the plastered me, that I had created.
I felt the wind go through and through,
inside my veins and my blood.
I couldn’t feel my body but
for some unknown reason,
all I felt was your fingers wrapped around mine.
My system was nothing,
and all I felt was that wind.
In that moment I knew,
at the edge of something beautiful
no matter how breathtaking the view was,
It was never the place that set me free.
It was never the language the sun spoke to me, neither was it the music of the stars,
or the random silhouettes of the night and the moonlight,
but it was always You.
No matter where the place,
You were what made me feel transparent.
You were what liberated me. -WANDERER / Transparent.