Chime

Familiar ripples along your skin remind you that something of you remains inside the stone monument you've become. You wonder if this is what it feels like to crawl out of the cave. Too many false starts to bring out the morsels of hope left in your pocket, but curiosity peeks around the corner. I was a person once. 

That's all this is about. 

We venture into the world to become human, stand face to face with others to see ourselves reflected in their eyes, try on someone else's voice in our ears and gauge if it sounds like home. 

You shake the dust off your aching shoulders, try to stretch your limbs toward the light. Let the taste of possibility sit on your tongue, try to see if you remember it. 

Try to remember what it's like to want something again.