The now of now

Did you know darling, sometimes my heart swells with so much love it becomes a burden to bear. 

So heavy it could've anchored titanic.

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When you stare at the cerulean waters in agony from a distance not too far, seated on a petal rug thirsting to sip from the diamond surfaced purity, waiting to bathe in liquid indigo..when your craving convulsions can only be assuaged by devouring the water—soul and flesh, when you finally sink your hands and pull them out a lacerated mess; for you found in those, a tangle of thorns, a nest of needles and a world of spikes. Those are your waters now, to plunge in day and night. 

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In that there was a dream of white serenity, of calm solitude, placid tranquility and zen— meditative stillness and harmonious silence and blissfull achromatic hush. 

Yet dreadful miserable times are these, and lost in translation those dreams..granted privacy of isolation, miserable seclusion and white quarantine.