June 16th

June 16th

I am Tahasi Massk

The whisper of waves is a balm, whenever a tense emotion rises. The trickle of streams, or the rush of rivers calms a deep place in me. She does not feel the same, but she feels me. She knows my love of water that moves. She sends me pictures of waterfalls that she sees. When we are together she makes sure we stop. We embrace, and listen to the sound. Those things, they are wordless ‘I love you’s. The clearest kind. Her love—like moving water—expresses without words. It speaks to something deep in me. It gives me strength, and hope. And soothes me. I crave it like the dry cracked earth craves rain. And when it fills me, I come alive. Like the earth in spring.


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