I find the flowers at sea. She comes to me and I care for her. It’s not her fault that the waves were strong. She came to me, beautiful as before. Now there’s sea foam in her veins. Her petals torn away, revealing her naked soul. As fragile as a flower can be.

So, I want you to know how tightly my hands are clasped, for I melt at the slightest touch. My eyes weep as soft as the rain only because they know no other way to hold my gratitude. Sometimes I vanish, refusing to scratch the skin or scream. Don’t look, don’t touch. I remove the very presence that gives my emotions shape. I close my eyes; if I cannot reach you, you cannot find me. I wish you no sorrow. I leave you only with the bliss of not knowing.