Scattered thoughts like petals.

February 10, 2015, 7:15 p.m.

Dear Lover, 

You've forgotten how to sleep, or at least rest your wearied mind.  You have discovered that you are the girl whom others divulge their deepest secrets and greatest fears.  Always curiously in succession, within days of each other.  When your beloved are in need, it is you who is the calm in the storm, the beacon of safety and hope in the midst of wailing winds and dangerous waves.  Take me out to sea, ship in a bottle girl.  Never to return.  

Each hour of the day is almost tedious, for waking daylight wearies you.  You are a creature of the night, belonging in darkness.  You wait all day for mother moon, craving to be wholly submerged in your sea or in the stars.  Bathwater brings a certain comfort that nothing else can touch upon.  Reminiscent of love spells, like hands through your hair and kisses on your skin.  'I am breathless with the thought of you...  I tremble with your touch.'

You read some poetry this evening and were moved to shivers and tears.  You feel too much, too often.  Sometimes there is so much beauty in the world, you feel like you can't take it, and your heart is just going to cave in.  Sometimes you hate yourself for feeling all these feelings far too much, and far too often.  Emotions are varying colors, with every hue and nuance of a rainbow, miles long and wide and deep...  and endless, depthless.  Red is passion.  Blue is sorrow.  Violet is magick.  Over and over.  

Let me plant flowers within you.  'I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.'  

Good night.  

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