oh, to taste just one drop of ecstasy of her golden luminescence
to pull one string so that I can hear her heartsong fill the room
how can one feel this close with all the distance between
as I listen to her sounds as she falls into the Dreamland
the sun is coming down, on my coast, as she closes her eyes
the sun is coming down, on my coast, as she closes her eyes
I seem to love you, in the strangest way
As I read every word she paints with her brush
there is a rush of energy that fills the hole in the center of my being
it's strange how the time/space collapse the moment of the felt experience
these threads that connect our hearts is something strange, indeed
But then waking life comes between, and all the old thoughts
the emptiness of the bed, the void of our flesh that has yet to touch, the facial expression left unread, the way our bodies move to the pressure of our skin, all the laughs that ever get heard, all the moments that dissolve into time, leave me instantly discouraged, with the frustration of not being home...
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Day 998: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: I am frustrated
I can feel your frustration in your words :)