august

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You would find so much beauty and romance in life here with me. I sit outside on my balcony and listen to the cows in the paddock below me chewing on grass in the dark, life is simple for them. They don’t worry about expectations, they don’t have responsibilities. They lay in the sun and eat grass, but they’re not invaluable. Their casual pacing and playing and grass eating helps them provide sustenance to the earth.

We commodify them, turn them into a product. But they are, genuinely a sacred creature. Gods light keeps them warm, they don’t worry about the storms or the dark.

I know the more I write the less likely you are to come back and speak to me again, you probably hate me now, because I couldn’t let go. I am happy and life is simple for me but I could never fully be happy without you, not now. I mourn you as if you were dead and I write to you and about you because I have to. you became my muse, my wheat and chaff. I am with the cows here in the field, I lie in the grass and gods light keeps me warm. I breathe in the elements, I breathe out love and I hope it reaches you, wherever you are. Somewhere far away from home chasing your dreams.
so long as you feel me in secret moments of insecurity, gods light shining for you from the coast.


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