so hold my hand & i'll walk with you, my dear
"It would." The thing about you and Oia is that while you talk a lot, you don't really have to talk. You exchange observations and swap notes and point out interesting subjects, but when it comes to who you are, what you want, to dreams and feelings and souls?
In that you are more animal than human, perhaps, capable of understanding that goes beyond words.
Together you make your way toward the trees, stopping every now and then to point something else out or observe a particularly interesting growth. And when you get to the trees you use your ability to coax some of the bushes into a sort of cave-meets-nest, cozy and protected in case of showers, warm enough for you to last the night. "Home," you announce with no small amount of pride, reaching out to once again squeeze Oia's fingers. You aren't talking about the little structure.
You are talking about her.
In that you are more animal than human, perhaps, capable of understanding that goes beyond words.
Together you make your way toward the trees, stopping every now and then to point something else out or observe a particularly interesting growth. And when you get to the trees you use your ability to coax some of the bushes into a sort of cave-meets-nest, cozy and protected in case of showers, warm enough for you to last the night. "Home," you announce with no small amount of pride, reaching out to once again squeeze Oia's fingers. You aren't talking about the little structure.
You are talking about her.
Kaimana
