The waiting was short-lived.
The longing was incessant.
The feeling was undeniable.
Further and further, we went down.
Panting and panting.
Then, release.
Pitch black turned red.
Then, red to green. And green to yellow.
Melancholy, rage, desire and then, illumination.
The glare was blinding.
Further and further, the irises withered.
Falling and falling.
Then, drop.
New sight.
New pair.
New day.
New year.
New nothing.
New everything.
New you.
New me.
New us.
