Flowers are the things we knew
Secrets are the things we grew
My Father sent me a letter proclaiming his unrest and the household?s with my sudden departure and that he expects a response in the coming days.
With the symphony of the sea as background to the silence of our bedroom, I wrote a respone that steeled me, and folded it small, placing it into a bottle and at sundown took it to the beach and set it to the waves, watching until I could no longer see its shine.
The thought that it would reach him by some bait of synchronicity is not believed by me. It was the comfort of having written to him. The action of the deed, but not having to face his charges, as whatever a missive indicated to him, I know I would have to face them, haughty and threatening, dragging me back to Ayenee. And then this all would be over, and I could never return here. Could not usher Yale from our lives.
To be straightforward, I would like to see them try. But I won?t beg the differences here anymore than I have to. Enough chaos lurks as it is.
Secrets are the things we grew
My Father sent me a letter proclaiming his unrest and the household?s with my sudden departure and that he expects a response in the coming days.
With the symphony of the sea as background to the silence of our bedroom, I wrote a respone that steeled me, and folded it small, placing it into a bottle and at sundown took it to the beach and set it to the waves, watching until I could no longer see its shine.
The thought that it would reach him by some bait of synchronicity is not believed by me. It was the comfort of having written to him. The action of the deed, but not having to face his charges, as whatever a missive indicated to him, I know I would have to face them, haughty and threatening, dragging me back to Ayenee. And then this all would be over, and I could never return here. Could not usher Yale from our lives.
To be straightforward, I would like to see them try. But I won?t beg the differences here anymore than I have to. Enough chaos lurks as it is.