i will be wild. i will be brutal. i will encircle you and conquer you. i will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. i will be inevitable.
the mother’s unhappiness will be the daughter’s unhappiness. it’s as if the umbilical cord had never been cut. is that true? is the daughter’s misfortune the mother’s triumph? is my grief your secret pleasure?
what a terrible combination of feelings and confusion and destruction. everything is possible and is done in the name of love and solicitude. the mother’s injuries are handed down to the daughter. the mother’s failures are paid for by the daughter.
you are immortal, you've existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are life, and life cannot die. you are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun. wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.
to be loved by me is the only way i know how to show what my love looks like. to be loved by me is to have so much, because i can't love any less than that, and i'm proud of the way i love.
to be loved by me is to be seen, to be heard, to feel safe enough to show me your weaknesses, and to never be afraid to trust. to be loved by me is to have support, to have someone cheering you on, to have my shoulder to cry on.