#soft creative writing

[tenderhoneypeaches]

Philia

There is something so comforting in her presence. Her golden lock flock her face, her eyes concentrated and focused on the paper in front of her. Words flow like a soft rissling river on the forest floor, a creek in the moss covered dirt underneath pale feet. Her hand slides across the paper so effortlessly, her body and mind interconnected with a bond so securely knitted by the muses themselves. Mountains of art and literature surround her, in her headspace, on her body, in her notebooks. Her mind wanders to different places full of artistic freedom, creativity flows through her veins, yet to be crimson red but an assortment of colour. She is golden and oh how I wish I could live up to her level. She is beautiful, unexpected. Doe eyes so innocently full of excitement and enriched knowledge, she looks upon the world with criticism yet remembers to stay tender for the things she claims as rightful. She is beautiful, expected. Her familiarity is hazy, her existence is pure, slowly yet steadily her everlasting love creeps through the cracks of my surface and it seeps through and guides its way to my heart so smoothly, effectively, she knew her way inside. A calming energy, an immediate connection turns to a carefully woven connection between two alike souls. The contentment of our similar minds makes me feel less jealous of her skills and more admirable to the wonders she can create. In the golden light of the lamp above her bed, the outer world dark and gloomy, I am yet again reminded of her capability. The way her body moves in light strokes, pencil in her hand gliding across the paper. The way her lips purse when she concentrates, senselessly as I sit with her, my mind is taken back to the places we have discovered together. adventure upon adventure hand in hand 

We took upon the stages, on and off. Music swerving in through one ear and out the other. We spin and we dance and we listen, and I especially listen when she sang long, angel like. Those particular night when the stage lights burn red and she looks me in the eyes and smile, I feel red too. 

We took upon the evening scenery, the orange of the sky softens the features of everything around us. Feet dragging us from place to place as the sun sets on the horizon, hidden behind an plethora of creations. 

We took upon the city, the buildings around us, the noise and the scents. A coffee shop smells like home to me now because it reminds me of her. Her voice and her smiles. The senses were overwhelming and her hat was yellow. Oh how her hat was yellow and it made me happy. 

We took upon the forest, the hidden castles, the trails and the fields, hidden creatures in the landscape of the earth. Swindling with aesthetics and mutual love for the open flow for the wind to soar. The green was overwhelming.

We took upon the ocean waves crashing the shore, nuances of blue swallowed us whole as water engulfs us, the blue beneath and the blue above. I felt weightless.

And we took upon the flower fields, shades of every colour of every shape lurks the wilderness and we made bouquets of the stars. I would decorate her in violets if I ever get the chance.  

And as I sit there with I realise with lucky I am to feel this. Her.

Her soft lips on mine, her hair wrapped in my finger as her head lay in my lap, the tingle from her grip lingers just a little longer than it should. She is so mundane, comfortable, intimate, free, familiar. She is plan A, I love her. 

[tenderhoneypeaches]

Eros

A graceful hand slides the air so quietly, barely touching anything as his eyes adverts his gaze to the water. Peacefully he sits on the polished rocks that through time has been carefully shaped by the nature around us. Surrounding us are sounds, vibrating and bouncing but I cannot hear any at all. A bubble of contentedness has closed me off from the outer world and the only thing in my peripheral vision is him. His face is shaped by the gods, handcrafted by beauty itself, hundreds and thousands of years it took to make him. The bend of his cheekbones to the crook of his neck, his nose is angled just right, the curves and swirls so effortlessly framing his eyes. Raven hair falling over his forehead casting shadows fighting against the golden sunbeams cast beyond the horizon. My eyes linger on his frame, dying to reach out and touch it gently. But artworks are not to be touched, unless by the artist and I am by no means an angel creating god. It feels iniquitous, sinful for I am gifted by his presence yet my fingers will pollute him, dare I reach out. As his eyes find mine, soft creases appear on his face just as I think he could not look more gentle, love soothing from his gaze. Something shifts in his features, the longer he looks. Barely above a whisper, I ask him what he sees. His eyes does not advert from mine as he speaks words of cotton. Me, he says. A mirrored reflection of equal understanding, unspoken between us. I dare not touch his cheek, bronzed, I can only imagine the softness, like freshly washed silk, smooth and shiny. I long for it, yet he is not afraid. Things slow down around us as his hand carefully brushes a strand of hair out of my face. The impact of his touch is incomprehensible, rare, somehow initiates a range of emotions I was not aware I had. 

Time stops when he is near me, the vague warmth emitting from his body soothes me, I am fully content. I close my eyes and I feel fully at peace. There is something about the way his silent support keeps me from falling apart. How his voice, like velvet, sings to me in a harmony impossible to recreate. His words are marked on my soul, written in cursive in the diary of my insides. Poetry crafted by lyricists, he speaks with his heart. Even when he does not care to open his mouth, he speaks words of curiosity, love and wonder. His mind is as brilliant as his longing for justice. He does not cry with tears from his eyes but with tears from his heart as he seeks to make everyone feel untroubled. To undo all the pain in the world, he takes on battles that are not for him to fight. He shields me from the pain of the outside world with his love and his patience. I am fully protected, full of love.