*Karma's POV written fully by Blackindiaink*
Chapter Four
Karma's POV
Day three…
She won't call. She won't answer. I'm left with a vacant memory of something that's been described to me. I can almost feel it, the ghost of her falling into me, the moment I let go.
I want it. If she were here I'd try, I'd kiss her to see. No promises just trying to find the truth behind the layers of stage. I act and then think, feel and then come to grips with all that I've done.
I just need her to know that I want to feel it. If I could touch her I could. My Amy, she's out there somewhere probably trying to not think about me. If she forgets I won't. Sometimes I decide to try to find her. Following into the desert. I'd die happy there if I were looking for the real reasons.
Love, it comes in so many forms and we put so many names to it but there's a pure light that we taint with the labels of our minds. I want her to know that our love is something that I don't want to taint. Yet, to have it I guess I have to figure out if I can put an earthly label on how I feel.