2 June 2012
Ellie, I'm here. I am proud to love you When the quivering euphoria Engulfs us both And also when it does not. Your dark eyes haunted By terrors of the lotus seeds That you will not speak of That you will not share. It will pass.
Ellie, we spoke last night. The kindness that you begrudge yourself Shone through. You are not an antagonist. I am more patient than sadness And I am stronger than fear. It will pass. I won't.
Ellie • Opuss № I