Metamorphosis

I am somebody else's story. The girl who served their drink, the person they pushed past a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. i have happened in so many places, to so many people--the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.

Yet never have I been bolder or brighter that I am with you. Not once have I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we pour ourselves into, mine is now overflowing, b with life. It is transcending into something new.

Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love--love is you. 

-Lang Leav