Just as the wind, her hair moves in waves. A field of sun-kissed strawberries—sweet and perfect and there for everyone.
Smooth skin, a home familiar to us all. The trees all rely on the ground beneath us to stand tall. We breathe because they allow it.
Hands together. Stars blanket the skies where all our dreams live. Caves that burrow deep within our souls share common stone.
Lips against lips. The love we want to feel, the hope we all reach for.
Water reaches up the sand shores. New life. Old Life. Shared life. Lost Life.
Loss, an endless chasm. A forest washed with grief. The sun in which we all need to thrive bleeds in through the thousands of emerald pieces.