decathect

Often I'd reminisce the colour of the forest's bath dimmed beneath the old oaks that hid from the warm sun that softly dazzled through the ancient trees, caressing your cold, milk skin as your eyes reflected from the midwinters aqua. Our bare feet had been dampened by the moist of the shaded surroundings. The scent of the forest's crisp air extracted by earth's wood, the rich soils and mossy green essence that sustained our nostrils. I'd reminisce the soft terrain of your facial features that tickled the tips of my fingers, and the feel of you exhaling those wispy clouds against me, which tasted like the longing to go home. But I held you close, and in response you whispered, "Your eyes are not the colour of the sea, but a honeyed brown which I'll endlessly look upon".

It was the way she had of making me feel secure, the way of her warmth that I would always come back to. I could tell that she had felt misplaced in her own body, not in the way of discomfort, but in the way of trembling just to make things nice for me.

"If only we were trees," I had said "deeply rooted ones. Then I would stretch out my roots to yours and twine them together and we could stay like that for how ever long you like". "Always" she vowed.


Her warmth vanquished to ice, and her limbs became useless.


Now my skull has become tired. I can hear the ocean roar, and crash in chaos. Where did the ease go that you once gave me? My eyes are not the colour of the sea, but are now as lonesome as it. Curb my ache with your smile of a moon’s half-crescent.

I no longer clutch onto the vial of each tear I weep. I realised the trees we once dreamt of being, that had pushed against one another had turned still. And the flower petals that were like your loose hair do no longer sway with the wind, but now wither, and crumble beneath me. The vibrant colours of the vast sky had turned to angry shades of grey. I realised your once youthful face has sunken. And the heat of my heart that was once an open fire has extinguished. I realised that you departed from me long ago.

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[Circe]

this imagery is thrilling and all enveloping... soft, thick and rich.. beautiful to just languish in the picture you describe.. there is such an overwhelming connection with the environment.. the trees, sky, colours of the wild.. blending harmoniously... slowly changing.. turning melancholic.. exquisite work.