lush as hayle

you don’t know this exists so I’ll write about you here. so many images - you think I’m yellow and that I’m joy, and you sketch us in spaces of light and mountains and the sky where there’s so much around and beyond us. I remember how I used to like people, how I often I felt like I was at sea waves tugging at me while I float dreaming of a house. but this is shore - and I’m looking out quite calmly thinking this is beautiful, and wondering what the sea holds while you hold my hand. you are so easy and attentive and all I’ve had to be is myself and usually this is the bit where I start to mistrust everything but this feels good, and (startlingly sometimes) so, so crystal clear.