Watership

Standing there, Tall, beautiful, and sweet. Soft hazes fill uncertain spaces with gentle gazes and heat. Comfort feels magical- but for healing, it so disruptive. Look at me, so far gone. So immersed in the grief of a future that wasn’t our reality. Why does it feel so real? The pressure is gone and sometimes I feel I want it back. Honest emotions make me feel like a child, tempestous and fussy. Love lands soft like a feather, yes it does. It clings to you with static on the fabric of your soul. You were wonderful. In many ways. You have pretty eyes. I wish I could hear you say you love me.

-Watership