I was hoping to find you here. Silent. Still. Stealthy. Alone in the shadows like me.
I was hoping to find you here. Loud. Lusterous. Lovely. Shining in the sun like me.
I was hoping to find you here. Vibrant. Vivid. Variagated. Ever changing like me.
I was hoping to find you here. Bland. Bleached. Bodiless. Never moving like me.
I don't know where I was going with that. I just started writing and crap came out. I need to write, I think. I need to feel. I want...I am a selfish twit, aren't I? But on the other hand, this is mine, isn't it? About me? Yes, it is. Or at least it was. Maybe I'll claim it as my own once again.
(Maybe in his world "love" means something different.)
Amethyst lays sleeping here beside me as I write. Moving around as if she finds it impossible to stay still. Even in sleep she amazes me. Awes me. She's nothing I could have ever dreamed. Nothing I wished. Nothing I'd hoped for. She just is. And she's mine. And I hers.
Love is greater than life.
Or something like that...
Laters