Equilibrium
There is a time for everything, Miles knows. Beyond human perception, sooner or later, all things pass. It is a cycle of alternations and opposites to generate the balance of the world – there can be no pace, no completion, without knowing them all.
And it is no surprise, to them at least, that he is familiar with the storm. His are the thunderclouds that collect in the sky, and the vibrant anguish all tempests bring along. Like heavy rain, the sensation lingers always – the hand of fear pressed against his chest, when the cold trickles down his veins and he can hardly breathe. A prison of ice, of moves that never happen. So it goes.
But if there is a meaning in the sequence of things, winds are bound to sweep it away, and rays of sunshine are to pierce the black curtains. There must be passing moments to lighten his soul, if so much of him was forced to roam a long night. He believes it now, now that he is among them – if darkness were eternal, there could be no life.
So he opens his eyes to a comforting word, to a smile, patiently waiting for the calm to lean against the earth. The long winter will end; a healing breeze will blow to dry his tears. And if his step is uncertain, if his laughter falls hesitantly from his newly open mouth, where is the harm in it?
He gives it time, and so do his loved ones. As long as he is willing to learn, he can succeed.
It is never too late.
To that-one-lesbian-lizard at tumblr, to myself, and to those who are learning.