ragsandtatters:

Dearest 2,

  Will you follow me when I run, wild across continents, searching for the perfect wood where the leaves look like pennies and there is a hollow tree, not quite big enough for the two of us? Will you follow me when I hide behind walls, behind curtains, behind falsehoods, retreat deep into the shadows of my grey, clouded eyes? Will you follow me when I climb to the stars, losing sight of the earth, getting lost out there between Ceres and Haumea?

For I can not be still. I stop for nothing.

Love,

S.