the world of lost chances...the gold thread loosened from your garment, straying, touching earth. your heart turned to a heart bluer than mine. 50 shades of.

Listen
 It's a question of listening with the heart, rather than the ear
You'll find bridges inside yourself, and roads that lead right to me
I'm awake all night, looking out for you

 The Secret Sea

 When nobody's looking at her
She's no longer the sea she's just as we are when no-one's looking at us
 She has other fish, other waves,
and exists for herself alone,
and for those who dream of her, as I do here.
 ---Jules Supervielle.