Dear page,
Days have passed since we last engaged
and now my fingers skirt across your soft and delicate
soul and the words tumble out as I explore those tingling
sensations of lunacy. Autumn leave’s that scatter through
the air like bright and delightful fireworks, and oh the deep
scent of burning wood as a warm mist clings to the air, whilst
a flock of nameless birds sing proudly across the tree tops.
Doors open doors close and all about, the world moves forward.
The warmth of covers pulled high above my head as rain falls
outside my window, and for a moment I lay there and feel peace.
I feel a calm that soothes across my mind, I feel sleep calling
to me as my limbs are heavy and my thoughts become so very
light. Today, I could not be touched, I could not reached, I
was so far outside of my very own bubble. I could feel the universe,
her energy dancing past me, her love walking through me,
her thoughts guiding me. Dear page, it has been so very long
since we have engaged.
blossomsworld 