Lives in Eternity's Sun rise.

You tiptoed into the gaudy darkness. You took out your paintbrush and you dipped it into a landscape. You painted over the muck and the madness and made it all stretch out until neither of our visions could focus in on its depth anymore.
You held my hand and we ran through the rain like the first people to have discovered rain and we let it rush through us around us inside of us. It stung and it was relentless, but it was necessary. The rain seeped right into the core and fed it until it became a large and throbbing mass. It just did not stop beat beat beating swelling and shrinking.
It was quiet but ever existant. It knew of life. It knew of you and me. Especially of you and me.

Hug me after I've hugged a tree.
Look at me and soften your eyes until I am so calm that I can see each individual molecule of space in between us, curse it for existing and then hand over my mind to you so that you may wrap it in cloth of your soft spirit.