There has been an accident. She recognised his colouring and begins to speak native with him. This smell calms me and lulls my senses into submission. He holds me like he hasn’t held me for a long time and suddenly I see how clear his spirit is again. My eyes are tired and there are emotions and viruses circling around my head. The beeping of the tiny machine in your chest is annoying me, it sounds like an electronic bird. I stumble and I fall. I am scared as I do not know what to expect from you and I do not know what you think of these philosophies. How many languages do you comprehend as I take every word you say as feign, like it’s a dream and suddenly then you vanish. She sits quietly and reads the script, following the lines like moths to a light. I follow you like it’s the way home. I am aware that I may have to do this alone and for that I keep you afar. Slowly I drink from your cupped hands but I keep constant eye contact, whilst being blindfolded, as I am cautious of these feelings stirring deep in my darkness. Orla Willow is a beautiful name and he feeds her orange fruit that she consumes whole. Is it you that I am scared of or am I scared of myself. There is something that I am aware of, yet I am unaware to what it is. We make crumbs together under the biscuit stars and the tea flavoured moon.