Perfection lingers in my mind, I shut my eyes so that it is painted on a blank canvas, unharmed by reality. it happens, slowly, but with every memory, the picture is more complete. His head is titled back, laughing, making everything that passes by just a little brighter, and a bit more colorful. staring from a distance, I wait in anticipation for soon his powers will touch my soul. I feel the shaking of the trees as he passes them, only to realize that I,too, am trembling. I try to plant my feet ina way that will keep me standing without strength, I know I will lose it all in his eyes. The waiting, it builds a hole deep inside me, burrowing, until I am numb and can only feel the beating of my heart. How long have I been watching now? Has it been hours? Days? I reach my hand to feel my heart, it is beating in the same rythme as his. I know this because I have given that part of myself away, it is nestled safely in the chambers of his body. I hear it, his voice. With each word I feel a part of me coming back. “your an angel”, his voice is soft, caring, like a song. I want to move, no, I want to run towards him, to feel his arms around my body, to feel his power. But I can only watch from a distance, and I can only feel him, then watch him walk away.