Inspired by the quiet intensity of " La Petite Mort" , this piece seeks to weave the sensations of release, stillness, and renewal into the natural world. The ocean’s rhythms—the pull of tides, the storm’s fury, and the calm that follows—become a reflection of the feminine experience, where every ebb and flow carries the weight of life, death, and rebirth. Beneath the velvety amethyst sky, The warmth of candles mirrors the stars up high. Fireflies flicker with the same gentle glow, Their light a dance, warm and slow. Lavender thrives where the waves kiss the shore, Its fragrance carried through the air, wanting more. Aroma fills the chamber, sweet and pure, Like coastal breezes, soft and sure. The tide stirs within, gentle and deep, In a quiet rhythm, the body begins to leap. Like tectonic plates shifting far below, Emotions rise, the currents grow. The water swells, higher and high, Pulsing and crashing underneath the sky. A storm stirs within, fierce and untamed, The waves...
I know that you don't like me, Even if he was the one who first wrote to me. You never really understood Why I cared for him. So I kept my distance. Because I could never have him The way you do. He only remembers me When he's feeling blue. We started off as friends, And perhaps that's How we were always meant to end. He chose you To be his wife, And he's grateful You became his life. I exist only in his memories. You lie in his embrace. You stand beside him In sickness and in health, Through the trenches and life's wealth. And I would never wish To be the cause of pain, Or the reason Love begins to strain. But sometimes I wish He had kissed me, Back when I believed We were meant to be. Because you get to share Your tears with him. I hid mine Whenever life turned grim. You will always have him. Yes. You will always have him. I will simply Be A memory.