explosions.
running feet,
tired.
the ache of the world,
heavy.
bright lights burning,
closed eyes.
loud music.
then slowly,
quietness.
as if he's holding us,
still.
soft noises.
we can hear them now.
reminding us,
subtle fragrances.
we see it now.
like the trees are calling
come. listen. breathe.
we follow,
taking light footsteps.
the air cushioning,
we used to run.
we used to scream,
all aghast.
we used to claw into our own hearts.
we used to bleed,
salty tears.
we now have only this.
white skies.
green trees.
we now have only pure,
noises.
like the hoot,
of an owl.
like the meow,
of a kitten.
we now have silent whispers.
we now have love.
alone.
with love.
from him.
the mountains are still watching,
all quiet.
xo - ginger.
♡
Ah beauty.