all the love I fear to give
“The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness, and in the taste confounds the appetite.”
I’m forever DTM (doing to much)
I’m so full of love sometimes I feel it will burst through my skin and incinerate me with its white hot heat because surely this immensity of feeling cannot continue to be contained. And in an ideal world, it wouldn’t have to be. I could pour my love out from the infinite wellspring of my soul. Shower every tree and flower, every snail and songbird with my utter admiration.
I would tell the people I love exactly how I see them, how beautiful, complicated, and utterly magic they are. Every word I uttered would mean - l love you. And my love would never exhaust them, only give them peace, make them feel at home wherever they are, home in their own bodies and mind. My love would heal all of their wounds and mine.
I love when a song scratches an itch I hadn’t noticed, answers a question I hadn’t asked.
I love the exquisite silence of intense pain- how for a moment it has all my attention and my mind can take a fucking break.
I love the caress of a warm breeze on my skin. I close my eyes and extend my arms to welcome the embrace. I love the feel of crisp, warm buttered bread. I love the ocean, her vastness and depth, her calm and chaos.
