To my heart,
We know better than anyone that this World is a cold, cruel thing. Something that sinks its teeth into our flesh like a starved sort of creature. It's a toil, an endless run into a sky that stretches beyond our fingers and even further, far beyond our breath. All that we have is each other, dearest; so hand-in-hand, I swear to you to find the candle in the crawling shadows, the spring meadows in the wintertime, the soft flowers and the mild grass so that you might rest without burden. I don't worry for myself, your laughter brings me all the warmth I need to sleep in this unfathomable unknown. Bruises and blood on my body are only beautiful if they're in your honor.
truly yours,
josie
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wildflowering
PoetryA selection of love letters, diary entries, prose, poetry and fragments of writing. "I find you where there might have once been a horizon, smudged between the esoteric press of lips and folding of hands; I find you in the immemorial gasp between b...
