She became submerged into this world where
two plus two equals four
Meant that two plus two really cannot make any more sense
Than trying to figure out what it really meant the first time and the next time mentioned.
To repeat the question over and over and over and over again
Where the birds never once touch the ground but content with soaring
And the whales never come up for air but skip beneath us breathing so care-freely;
To hold another was greater than well, anything else in that moment.
Where you never get full though thousands of cakes have passed
And to see through that person. And finally understand what it is to
Be. With that person.
What world is this
That the eyes see, the ears hear, the mind makes the heart believe that nothing
How was she to seek this final sigh of relief, when to whale breathe and bird flee.
Indeed the blackened ocean lay warmer than the sky, thus only to allow it
to simply envelope her body
with that to make every crevice and every pore and to make every hair and batting lids dance
beneath this new unknown, now.
The water calm and thankful, and she lay there beside him.
I've been sitting/working on location now for what is around the 18th hour of the shoot. I was bored, so I birthed this.
He tempts her with sweet talk of fate and luxury,
to believe that the stars were not just mere moons and planets in the sky
but baubles of gold and silver.
She believes that with his touch that she was, too, gold and silver
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