Silence is height

 Do you know the concept of height and energy? The higher something is the higher its energy. However, all that energy is just sitting there, accumulating and growing. Sitting next to you is being inside a beautiful and colorful hot air balloon. The longer we sit in silence, the more beautiful the view, the more I feel happy. Normally being nervous is uncomfortable but with you is more like I can expect excitement and comfort. Strange dichotomies. Being with you is an oxymoron. Bittersweet, comfortable excitement, roaring silence. 

I want to hold your hand. To feel the tiniest details of your fingertips interlaced with mine. I want to exchange heat and warm you. But that would mean jumping off the balloon. Transform all my energy into movement. A scary proposition. 

Would you want to fly with me? Your brown and gold hair shining in the wind. I’d tell you jokes to make you laugh and you’d laugh at how silly I was and I’d fall in love at how smart you are. I look at you, and your eyes change color and I know you are magic, how else can we be flying?

We arrive at your house. Still in silence. Still so high on our balloon. It is night. A night lit up by snow. Beautiful. Like you. 

I wish I had said something.