gesteiner
Too opulent for my taste. I prefer simple pleasures such as napping in the grass on a spring afternoon or sighing at the moon and stars that light the cool nights or sharing body heat with the one that I love and hold them in my arms.
Hiking over plains of wheat and hills full of life. Survival with all the simple things found in one's pack. Exploration of the marvelous world around us.
Montage is a lovely word. It rolls off the tongue and reminds one of paintings and art and the color green. The green that comes from a tree in summer all the different shades creating a lovely world of color.
Remember the time I lost you? How we were never going to see one another again? How we hoped and waited and prayed, even though we are atheist. Remember how our love felt like color? It was a vibrant peach color. But when i lost you it drained away to a grey blue....like the tears were when i cried every night. Remember how we yearned for the others heat when we went to sleep? holding one another in our arms? Not wanting sex but just being close like no one else could be to the other. I wish we could remember it perfectly. I loved you more than anything and i wish i could remember the color of it and the warmth and your scent. But now the world is stained with grey. All the melting colors of a peach have melted into nothingness. Without you i cannot see or feel anything. My heart has closed off yet again from where you had saved it. From that yearning abyss of darkness and hate and suspicion that all humans have succumbed to at one point of another. But now my heart is broken even more. Now there is nothing holding me back from that abyss which curses our race. Nothing.