one cloud

My fear was in him, because he was eternal, he was eternal in every way, I flew away from him, and swirled around him, he cared no more, like a basil seedling that came from absurdity. I loved the cactus because it was so lonely and deflated, I didn't know it could hold so many plants next to it. My fear was trapped in it and I still didn't want to escape.

I was flying and I landed on his hands like a dove.
I like to cling to him like a little girl who clings to her father despite his anger because she forgot to eat. I love how he tells me strange stories, and how he makes me something invisible and intangible.

When he comes, time evaporates as if it were not. I love how I became who I am, with him. Where we are no longer a single cloud, we have become a single cloud.