Anchored, old oak tree Admirable without fig, Solace from your shade.
I thought of my grandfather's love for my grandmother when she was struggling through cancer. His diligence in staying by her side through it all is one of the most admirable characteristics of true love.
I feel lonesome hands approaching mine to walk me through the desert. I tense my arms against the open night sky which cannot be pushed away.
I want you to love my grey skies, my pensivity that rolls across mountain ranges - the same to me as sunshine igniting streams. Just a different lens through which my creature plays with light. She is elemental and sloughs skin off the earth like lava flowing into the ocean to close its eyes. I'll eat my own tail to discover what I already know.
