How does one measure trust in increments of time?
Occasionally, she believes that she was placed here to experience as much as humanly possible. (At least, here, in this little corner of the world, on this planet in this universe: the smallest blip, if ever there even was a blip.)
Lately she's dreamt of baby animals.
These are not kind dreams.
In the first dream, she found herself caring for a baby rabbit. He was khaki-colored with floppy ears. He was tiny, and he was unwell. She held him with her right hand, grasping underneath his front legs, so that his bunny shoulders were hunched up. Underneath his fur she felt toothpick ribs, a heartbeat (reassuring, but fast, so fast), and a tummy ballooning in and out with each breath. She held him close to her chest but let him face forward so that he could see what they were dealing with.
He was then ripped away from her.
She awoke, and gasp-yelped as a rabbit would, grinding her teeth as they do.
There was no immediate analysis to be made of the dream.
And there seems to be no quantifiable amount of time in which trust can be regained.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Small Things
And it may be that you will never entirely know your lover
Their innermost thoughts
Perhaps the full transparency you desire would ultimately prove to be painfully unnecessary
And perhaps
Perhaps even you could not requite what you are requiring
But
If you can ask specifically for what you need
If you can feel safe enough to do so
And if your lover can receive that
And then do their best to provide that
And if you can do the same in return
Would that be enough?
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