#full cup

Let us drink of one another deeply, let us pour the milk of mothers' memories into the deep black pool around us and between us, correspondence without the encumbrances of syllable.

Let our tongues free of the tyranny of language, paint our moans on the canvas of silent wilds, all lost to our singular laser focus, our blind and willful cradling oblivion. Forever for the next minute and the next, and the next devoid of time's vulgar context.

I am nothing, only but a fool for you. I am a dusty mote, floating on the pool of you. And here, hear the brushings of our skins, our hair, our breath less the conscious thoughts, the jackets cast off, the blows sweet and soft.

“If we write our dreams and goals down, we dramatically increase our odds of realization. If we share them with others, they become potent and alive.” —Kristin Armstrong, Full Cup, Mile Markers blog, Runner’s World.com.

and sometimes that cup is full of adversity and is equally hard to carry or drink of…

Eclat by Simone Pérèle