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Your delay, well-calculated

as though you invited me to a gathering and haven't shown up yet.

Countless faces, unfamiliar guests—the curiosity to meet them grows,

as I am patiently waiting for you.

A riddle to recognize you I don't even know how you look.

Oh dear, the great dance has started, and souls have come together.

Another glance at the door. Faith.

The luminescent moon inside me, the warm light, the water.

Silver, gray, and white.

Years of patience, discipline, forgiveness, and letting go

A graceful dance of trust in the process. Perhaps there are obstacles in your way.

You are coming, right?

Such anticipation can test someone's obedience.

Pointless—no estimated time of arrival—I reckon. Fear..

The blazing sun in me, the anger, the fire.

Yellow, red, orange...

Years of doubt, disrespect, isolation, and ephemeral connection.

This intense sway of lies and hatred is like no other, and I am a fast learner.

It was my turn to be dishonest, a liar, a traitor, and a renegade.

Smoke around, lights dimmed to their lowest stand—a free fall for those who dare.

On the rough surface of the somber bottom, my hands are investigating the cold material.

The strength is leaving my body.

I lie on my back, letting out a long exhale, eyes closed.

What a feast, is that it?

The ceiling opens, and my eyes fall on the silver surface. I am water.

Your coveted arrival, my irreplaceable, is worth every moment deprived of peace.

Silver, gray, white ...