Subterranea?
"If you love him
love him
to destruction:
a yellow day lily
bending to the wind."
Oh, God, why can't I? Is drama beautiful? I want to live in a cave next to a natural hot-springs. I would go out at night, all alone and happy, and soak up the warm healing water and the stars and the sounds and the lack-of-sounds. I'd build little shelves of fallen wood. I'd put only my favourite books there. Every once in awhile I'd go out and charge my iPod and my laptop. I'd have a small garden. I'd make pretty boxes and jewellery and sell them. With the money I made, I'd buy kappa maki and gem-encrusted hairbrushes. The water could be my mirror. I'd adopt a child from someplace warm. She'd be thrilled to have a cave-mommy who feeds her well and reads to her and teaches her everything except for math and hatred. She'd be a little older than I'd like, at first, since the oldest children are hardest to place in families. We'd be best friends.
Maybe that's the kind of love I'm looking for.
love him
to destruction:
a yellow day lily
bending to the wind."
Oh, God, why can't I? Is drama beautiful? I want to live in a cave next to a natural hot-springs. I would go out at night, all alone and happy, and soak up the warm healing water and the stars and the sounds and the lack-of-sounds. I'd build little shelves of fallen wood. I'd put only my favourite books there. Every once in awhile I'd go out and charge my iPod and my laptop. I'd have a small garden. I'd make pretty boxes and jewellery and sell them. With the money I made, I'd buy kappa maki and gem-encrusted hairbrushes. The water could be my mirror. I'd adopt a child from someplace warm. She'd be thrilled to have a cave-mommy who feeds her well and reads to her and teaches her everything except for math and hatred. She'd be a little older than I'd like, at first, since the oldest children are hardest to place in families. We'd be best friends.
Maybe that's the kind of love I'm looking for.