your light, my heart, my head, my shadow

I spend quiet moments screaming from my heart to my head about how I would run to your light from miles away, shining from years ago.

About how I know it's been a long time since your light searched for my eyes and skin, curiously and fondly, as you painted my shadow onto the ground where we met.

And how the world just keeps spinning.

I am loud and lost sometimes, from my heart to my head, in a quiet room, because I do not know how to make you need me.