May 13, 2020
I am hiding.
Among the flowers, among the stars.
Can you hear me?
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I am hiding.
Among the flowers, among the stars.
Can you hear me?
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I require someone to accompany me to the gardens.
It’s not somewhere to go alone, after all..
What if I get lost amidst the ferns?
Stolen by the roses?
Coerced to be buried among the saplings?
I am not feeling my best today.
Could you, perhaps..
Look after me whilst I recover?
I wish the night would last forever.
I wish that,
The soft glow of candlelight,
The smell of lavender,
The secrecy of intimacies,
Would last forever.
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There is something so beautiful, yet frightening about the nature of fire.
It looks so delicate,
Flickering beautifully,
Held up by nothing but the puppet strings of air,
And feels oh so wonderful against my skin..
Yet
Within its licks of flame, it holds destructive tendencies,
Able to devour a forest whole
Deep into the stomach of ash.
It makes for delightful company, no?
The rolling ocean of the wood surrounds me.
Is anyone there?
Tell me
that you love me.
My ears yearn to hear the words.
It’s been so long since I’ve been graced with such warmth,
such praise,
such adoration
I’ve forgotten what it feels like.
Only vague and fragmented memories remain.
The castle is lonely.
My bed; cumbersome.
My heart; dreary.
I miss the sensation of gentle hands against my skin,
lips gracing my own,
eyes lost within mine
All that is left
is I.
In these rooms.
Please, tell me
that you love me.
I need to hear you say it.