I want to tell you something…
…something deep and timeless. Something from that one untapped pocket of wisdom in the universe. Something golden and whisperable that spreads like honey over your fingers. I want to teach you beautiful things, to meet you in the silence of blood resting between heartbeats, to lace melodies over around and through the thin lines on your palms. But in the absurdly loud noise of a snowfall, my voice disappears, calmed into icy clouds of breath. And I lack the courage to simply reach for your mittened hand.
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Comments (7)
:sunny:
Wow. So much emotion, so simply stated. This was beautiful. And I totally understand the feeling.
Familiar terms indeed.
=)
:fun:
I reckon there’s more than one way to reach it.
Your writing is simply amazing my friend
