Tell me your secrets and then I’ll tell you mine.
But I’ve known all the secrets you’ll tell me this time
You tell me a story and I will tell a great tale
As the the firelight brightens the moonlight so pale.
I. “The tide ebbs and flows with my remains with every hint of my being. It takes off my legs the dead roots and washes away the ache. The sea holds my body through the night and before morning comes, the tide returns to my feet with my fragments made into seeds.”
II. “I throw myself a ceremony that nobody else will ever watch I unstitch my atoms and watch everything inside me burst asunder -all the holy, all the evil. I let myself be nothing, nowhere, then, when it is time to return, take with me the rain and flowers and all that I am -all the holy and all the evil, And sew myself together again.”
You know when you're soaking in a bath tub with your hair down, and at the beginning you are so cold from the outside air you can't wait for the warm water to fill.
But then it gets too full, and it gets the ends of your hair wet, so you drain it a bit. You don't want to shut the water off entirely because the noise soothes you.
But there's a moment both when your draining it and filling it up when it's perfect.. It warms your fragile body but doesn't touch your dry hair.
Love is like the running water in a bathtub. It has to be given an escape sometimes or it overflows. You get lost in it. It drowns you.
Love is like filling up a bathtub because there are moments where it's perfect. But also moments where it's too shallow and doesn't satisfy you. There are moments when it's perfect but also moments when it is too much for you.
Love is like filling up a bathtub because even though love is never perfect we never stop trying at it. Just like we never stop taking baths because that moment of perfection is worth the trouble.
Love is like filling up a bathtub because we go in cold and bitter and come out warm and always wanting more.