FROM THE HOLLER

Your Love Was Made Of Loud Colors

We were so high

This is your brain on drugs. Or something like that. Via Wikimedia Commons.

We were so high.

That’s the way being in love should always feel. Like a carnival ride, a great one. You never want to lose that rush you get falling in love. Everything about the other person is unique, special, a one-off. No one is better than them, exceeds them. You catch a buzz just smelling their hair.

Your bonding creates an unshakable fortress. Ours did.

After that our love became a force that surrounded us, protected us from the cruel realities of the world. We could always depend on our love, fall into that place. And we did. My outside life was cold, brutal, and hard. Ours was warm and safe, a beautiful thing. Precious.

I looked into Chloe’s eyes and I saw right through them. I could see another Chloe inside her, even more pure, more beautiful and radiant. She beckoned to me, calling me closer. I wanted her so badly. We were outdoors in a beautiful field of tall grass. The wind blew lightly over our naked bodies. I could feel the sun on my back. The grass was changing color as the breeze whispered through it. We fell to the ground and…

… I was surrounded by shifting forms and light of every color. Some constant, some stuttering like machine guns. Others melting like lava at…