Perfect little Haven- my tangible Failure.

[While I was supposed to feel the purity of inspiration and quietness out here all I could ever feel was your presence on the porch, your red Flannel swaying in the Wind. I heard a Piano playing in the Distance, and when you walked out on me, abandoning me again, the Music raised its chords in recurring hurt. Making me fall back down like I so often had in the past but in the same instant imagining you back on the porch, calling out to the Wolves in the Woods. Your fragile posture topped off with long brown strands of hair always obscuring the view from my kitchen window, releasing a stream of safety inside of me. It should have had the power to disappoint or at least alarm me that the mechanism of never letting you go worked so easily even in this god damn lonesome place where I didn’t really need to hide or pretend…but tonight, I realized that I have never felt more terrified of doing this without you.]