The world was too big and too harsh for her gentle heart. Her tears
were too honest, her love too plentiful. She did not fit in. They made
that all to clear to her. The sea accepted her for who she was so she
sought refuge within the waves. Her salty tears one with the water.
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night