Emotions unleashed and drowned my own reality when you injected me with that storm that but grew and grew until it became an enormous force that continued to swirl around by organs with every degree that your temperature changed. How much the heart endures…what a curiosity it is that it makes such choices…had I the foresight to know that an innocent leaning would be the path to destruction.
I have been asked to close my eyes and feel the soft encasing of my eyelids like the tender flesh inside a roses’ bloom, each petal so delightful, you are sure to be consumed. They are what consoles me, that some things of existence have a perfection that we attempted to attain.
Roses, like all great things, need certain properties to become magnificent. Such is the case with love, and as I indulge in these beauties, gifts of nature…I allow my mind to wander. Sink deep into the path of memories and desires. Linger upon ambitions. Grow into hope.
It is what is needed in times like this, and with the rose, I have her.
