life is a garden ➿ and the roots are all touching
i thought of you by the river. i thought of you, praying you’d flow through the world down valleys and streams, the ones that feel so real and so natural. no dams, no canals or aqeducts. nothing artificial. it is what you deserve.
we live as jet skis, but i know our true calling. row boats are closest to truth.
i know you bring me closer to truth, as i’ve dissolved all my hard rules simply for the possibility of knowing you. i may never reach knowing. i still continue to reach. i’ll reach for an eternity if god will let me. i want to be like water.
you deserve purity, softness, the kind that i see when i study your face, the face i want to cradle with my so bare, so naked, so human hands, wrap around you like only water can. yours is the face i want to shield from the hardness of past, present, future. you are a river.
consistently i am disarmed. you see me with softness, a softness that envelops me when i am so hardened. a jacket that is not mine, cloaking me on a chilly evening i was so foolishly unprepared for. i am hardened in ways i am too ashamed to admit. i do not think i deserve this jacket.
i want to sit in this warmth regardless. things do not happen to us because we deserve them.
may you flow through this world, as shimmery and sublimely as i see you. may you flow like a river.
too, i see you as a precious stone, glimmering, refracting slight dampness. you are the stone i return to, one i crane my neck to catch a glimpse of from a distance, the stone i think of as i near the end of the trail.
a blissful hike is incomplete without encountering a beautiful rock you could have pocketed but you left alone. something bigger than everything tells you to leave it. sacrilege, it is wrong to disrupt the order of things.
there is space because you asked, there is space because you need it. i take your word. who i am i to accelerate what is natural? who am i to make a canal of a river?
we live as jet skis, but i know our true calling. row boats are closest to truth.
i know you bring me closer to truth, as i’ve dissolved all my hard rules simply for the possibility of knowing you. i may never reach knowing. i still continue to reach. i’ll reach for an eternity if god will let me. i want to be like water.
you deserve purity, softness, the kind that i see when i study your face, the face i want to cradle with my so bare, so naked, so human hands, wrap around you like only water can. yours is the face i want to shield from the hardness of past, present, future. you are a river.
consistently i am disarmed. you see me with softness, a softness that envelops me when i am so hardened. a jacket that is not mine, cloaking me on a chilly evening i was so foolishly unprepared for. i am hardened in ways i am too ashamed to admit. i do not think i deserve this jacket.
i want to sit in this warmth regardless. things do not happen to us because we deserve them.
may you flow through this world, as shimmery and sublimely as i see you. may you flow like a river.
too, i see you as a precious stone, glimmering, refracting slight dampness. you are the stone i return to, one i crane my neck to catch a glimpse of from a distance, the stone i think of as i near the end of the trail.
a blissful hike is incomplete without encountering a beautiful rock you could have pocketed but you left alone. something bigger than everything tells you to leave it. sacrilege, it is wrong to disrupt the order of things.
there is space because you asked, there is space because you need it. i take your word. who i am i to accelerate what is natural? who am i to make a canal of a river?
last edited 9/14/25