Lines

Only she would express joy as pain because in her world the line that separates them is thin enough to break with a weak breath. She stands on one side, the pain threading throughout her being, growing stronger, because she knows how infinite the joy will be and she misses what she has not known. She feels it coming - yet she knows the feeling is but a single star to the warmth of the sun. Oh, to meet that sun, to feel the warmth she searched for and know it will not leave. To know she will not lose it... pain, pain waiting for a joy so strong... but she waits... not much longer now, so she waits... for agony to turn to ecstasy.