Everyday my heart draws closer and closer to yours, in ways I could never imagine, at all.
Despite all wounds, or hurt, or pain. Despite all troubles, or ailments, or just the times when I feel frustrated and angry. Despite my moodswings, despite the moments of depression now and then, despite the times I get so weary...
In times when I see a crowd of people, a messy throng of humans all scattering about to their various destinations, the flashing neon lights of various advertisements, the towering buildings of such, such, immense! height, dearest. In times like these, when I feel so small and alone, a little speck that would be lost, unnoticed, snatched away and made to vanish. In times when I wish I had something, anything, a little fan, or hat, or clothes the brilliant iridescent electric blue of the Ulysses butterfly, if only because it could be spotted far away. In times like these, sudden lonely cold moments, it is you I think of.
So long as you're with me, dearest, it seems like I'll never get lost.
Everyday my heart draws closer and closer to yours, in ways I could never imagine, at all.
The Lighter Side of Her
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A grey dress with sweet dainty puckered sleeves and a special nook clothes and surrounds dreamy fancies and flights of imagination. Memories from here and there creep in, forming the pen in her head.
When time slows down, she writes.
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