i dove into the pool
to prove i could
but the bottom of the pool is empty and lonely sometimes
it's a long way to the surface

in your quest to move mountains, don't forget to let the mountains move you

a room full of beating hearts
is it sad that we are hardly held together?

how does this thin tissue hold my soul so surely?

I know a love so deep.
Before, love was only the look on a face
Now:

My love is a blanket fort, so magical and draping
You crawl for what seems like forever until you reach the back
Where you find love sitting
In the dim, dusk-like light.

Depth in love:
Like taking the first breath
That ever touched the bottom of your lungs

Love is not just a face
Love is the recently unlocked caverns of my soul,
Ready to be filled with warm breath and sunlight

My love and I fell willingly into the abyss of what could be.
We are still falling
That is how deep my love is.

I love the train, but especially today.

Today it is early in the day and the train is not rattling through darkness like a bullet.

It’s 3:25 and the sky is very blue on the left and cloudier to the right,
but the right is prettier because it has the lakeside, which from here looks like sea glass.

The waves roll in staggered and carelessly since no boats come by here.

We are the ones who get a coup d’oeil at this uninterrupted place.

Trees stand bare still, and the ones which are on the shoreline are washed and bleached,

looking like bones.

Some evergreens come close, but they are a little brown.

Yellow grasses freshly uncovered of snow look rather beautiful beside the blue and periwinkle skies.

I love blue panelled barns and houses which match the water and sky, and seem to remind me of wholesome people.

I catch a glimpse of a pink jacket and helmet as a little ******* a four wheeler waves to the train. How quickly we left her behind.

Martine can't resist
anything in three four time,
silly little Lark