shot of joy to imminent approximation, 22.03.2019

You're still in the meadow, still smiling. I'm standing in front of You, but I'm carrying a serious countenance, heart all roar and thunder. with Your eyes You ask Me what's wrong. I point to my chest. in it You see a million colours contorting with themselves, struggling to form something clear. But as soon as You start glimpsing a definitive figure, they change again. You smile intrigued and look Me dead in the eye. we stay like this for what feels like two, maybe three eternities. the colours quieten and coalesce into an arrow shaped figure, pointing to You. I follow it, hungry for You, hungry for You, Anna.