Light

He is like the light. He makes me sees things. He makes even mineral water looked elegant standing on its simple eloquent transparency as if it bleeds bubble in a form of evaporation. The light emphasize on every little detail how small and fragile bubbles are. He is like the bright sun on its peak during mid-day, sneaking through the window behind the half opened curtain. He sees what is in the dark. He creates shadow upon his presence. Longing awe carried out as sole expression. He is the light that never goes out.