she opens her heart like heaven’s gate, removing barriers and creating space for the human in front of her, a space of magenta swirls and pearlescent pinks, of twinkling lights and fairy dust. anything is possible here.
they unload their concerns as if unraveling a historical tapestry, revealing hurts and hopes of hidden selves sewn together by trauma needles. their fingers curl around each thread, clutching at control to cope with the chaos life has dealt them this time around.
events untangle themselves haphazardly, heavily, as if by being spoken aloud they will finally reach their ideal weight of nothing. they’re swimming in a jumble of greens and blues and reds, colors of shame and sorrow and pain, while she softly speaks of comfort and warmth, of pleasant purples and pastel pinks.
she hugs them with cadences of compassion in lyrical lavender as they finish deconstruction of the tapestry, and they marvel at the beautiful soul of their 3 am friend. they are no longer alone.
riley's ramblings 