Presence. (part two.)

in time the leaves wither away, leaving the bleak looking horizon. walking amidst the misty night leaving footsteps and trails of thoughts behind. the lazy wind caressing her long tresses revealing her pale countenance. why would she walk alone? why would she smile in this solitude created by me? why would she be walking towards me?

i watch intently my chest gradually swelling with confusion. i am driven to madness in her simplicity of the world. i am deeply affected by her careless insight to the chaos that revolves in these times.

she plucks the only velvet rose in her garden. the rose turns a darker red as she brings it to her lips and kisses it. the satisfaction spreads from her eyes to the chilly air. still she continues as though burdened by a mission to complete a journey. when the walls of my abode barricade her every thought and her every whisper.

i am watchful of her fond behaviour to nature. i do not house so much of nature for the mere purpose of nature itself. i have countless dreams of her every emotion. how do i hold on to such beauty without giving in return? how do i answer her every tear drop when it starts to rain?

she looks into the sky and blinks thoughtfully. and then, it hits her, the first few drops of clarity. she spreads her arms in attempt to catch every possible drop. she stands in the rain almost motionless closing her eyes to hear the pitter patter.

I study this calm expression with awe. standing still, i embrace all of her like i would a child. i bring my lips to her ears, and i call.

i do call.

her ears bleed, but the wounds are not present.

the realisation occurs. the wound was never in her, it is embedded within me as i open my soul.

i have bled myself dry and i have not a word left to speak.

she cannot hear me.

Presence. (part one.)

so she must walk. and so she walks.

so she must cry. and so she cries

so she must leave. and so she leaves.

but where does she go?

it is perhaps best that i do not know. for in pursuit i will go. anywhere.

the illusion of the one that should be, is dominant. therefore i am nowhere, but near her.

She will answer me.

if i call.

would i?