The Tunnel

By Tesfay Saleh-Batts

When I was a kid I used to hold my breath under tunnels. It’s so interesting how my mind
works because even now I try to find analogies in everything. The same way I see eyes as
portals and smiles as mirrors, I see you as a tunnel. I hold my breath every time I see you.
Maybe it’s because my parents told me it would give me good luck, and that’s all I need when it
comes to you. Or maybe it’s because it gives me the reality of time and that’s all I need when
it comes to you. Or maybe you’re a tunnel because you always remind me to see the light, and
that’s all I need when it comes to you. I guess that’s why I can’t talk to you because I always
need to hold my breath. Because you always keep me up from drowning in myself even when I
don’t know the depth.

-The Tunnel