They turn houses into homes and gift each other a thousand names.
Not for the faint-hearted...
It was the 5th of August when our world’s first collided. Before that, we existed as completely whole and separate entities. Technically, we still do, but co-habitation undeniably brings with it a grey area, a space where two beings fuse and effortlessly (or effortfully) co-exist.
“In the beginning was the Heaven and the Earth. And the Earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.” Her words still rang in my ears; the bittersweet taste of pear lingering on my lips assured me last night had not been a dream. “How would you describe the world?” she had asked me, as she tucked the money into her little material pouch. It was something of a ritual; every meeting began this way — pay first; fuck after. “What kind of question is that?” I asked as I started to unbutton my shirt. “Normal, I guess?” I didn’t quite understand. “You don’t find it kind of dark… and hopeless?” she retorted. “Dark?” I had never considered this, it was as I had always known it to be.
Leftovers of a day...
White and blue are the colours of a home I am yet to completely discover. My grandparents migrated from there in the 60s. My mind finds bliss each time they sit and reminisce on memories from the past, temporarily transporting me away with them to the land they really call home.