writings on things, i
word prompts —
earth
spring
harmony
silver
here
who
fame
passages
transient
ice
there is a space here. she is soft, voice whispering. he could barely hear her. here, there is heaven and there is earth, a holy spring from which life emerges, a perfect harmony of all things. her voice felt like the whole of this vitality - like silver linings all over his body. where can i touch you?, he asks. hold our eyes in tandem. here, she coos, and here and here and here, all over. as long as who you think you are touching is also touching you. let not the narrow definitions of intimacy lead to believing that when you reach out to connect with me, it is you, your fame, and talent and purity you are feeling. so create the loveliest of passages, so tht as you transit through your path - from the exigent to the transient, from the light into the dark, from heat to ice, you never fail to touch your own very self. your own very heart.
