Clearing a Space for My Partner

I just realized there is advantage to loving a man who is effectively blind when it comes to imagination, as it is very difficult for me to imagine, in any traditional sense, going too far. The meaning behind this blindness becomes apparent in light of Jesus indicating that one's thoughts and words are things, illuminating a complexity to the field of reality and thought and sin that we do not currently comprehend. And much like those physically blind, I find my other mental and imaginative senses amplified. Dreaming, therefore, might be a dangerous game one may choose not to dare for a time, but what lonely nights! I cannot imagine staying away for so long, but perhaps that is why I am where I am, and you are who you are, to this day. 

So I gather my atypical imagination, my impressionistic memory, and my vivid dreamer's heart, as I prepare for bed. Still, I prepare a space for you, trying as best I can to picture dusting off the simple corridors, observing a movie in slideshow flashes of me tidying up, considering what that process might entail when concept is translated to a physical connection, and then finally writing down the path I have taken in full. Off to sleep, perchance to dream, in hopes with my lover who has agreed to join me.