Is it dark enough yet ?

What things say to me, and how I reply

When the things around me start to talk, they say the words I could've never thought.
The trees tell me to look at them, and think about them,
not her.
They take a deep breath and pull the air from my lungs and say look we can also make you breathless.
The vines down some wine and say "come dance with us. Watch the way we wine, the sway of our hips more voluptuous
than hers."
The waves of the sea, say "call me river lea. We're like heart at beat. Love me not her."
The blowing breeze says "we've got the keys that open the door to the love you yearn for and need."
The flowers say "our scent will lead amongst all the senses"
And at once all the things around say to me "we are relentless , we are all the things she could not be and more, we are forever and a day, come on and just have faith."
When I reply to them I do not speak for I have no words. I leave. I do not listen. I do not let the scent take over. And I let the feeling of not having breath bring me comfort, while listening to playlist I made for her.

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"You know what the presence of things say to me; and I am the whole day in conversation with things... My practice of seeing and reading from things as they are, my faithfulness in letting my eyes be my light. My total repudiation of all pretension, are standing me in good stead once again."
-Geothe