The trough that she roars through at the bottom of every hill is mired in feelings of undeserved love and fears of attachment to one being.
Then back to the uphill struggle again. This time a little more air than the last, but she needs it for the twists and turns to come before the next plunge.
It's difficult to watch the her ride. Seeing her go from such heights of happiness to the lows of unsureness. From the smiles of excitement to the tears of fear.
I am with her in spirit , thought and feelings,'cause I know that I am part of the ride she is on. The actual miles between us are not as much an obstacle as the Roller Coaster that she is riding...but I am here for her when she needs comfort from her ride.
This suddenly makes those dreams of drowning in big deep stormy waves incredibly clear. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful prose. You have such a profound way of writing.