Part 1: Daydreams and Reality
Delightful daydreams come alive in the lush gardens by the poolside. The breeze danced with the windchimes, harmonizing to the tune of what feels like coming home. Floral decorations adorn long gala tables with more roses and lilies of the valley. Pink, white, green—a blend of pastels that warms the heart and pleases the eye. Blink twice, and you still won’t miss it. This is not a dream nor daydream; this is reality. The calm you’ve yearned for? It’s finally here. Steady trickles of streams engulfing rocks and chirps of birds from far away. I do not know what kind, but they sound like they are going home. Home. What a powerful word. I find home in my daydreams. It is you I want, my home, my love.
Part 2: Trust and Protection
But this idyllic garden I need to protect and nurture. Can I let you into my garden? Or are you holding shears behind your back? My love, how can I ever trust anyone again? My garden is my safe space, and the walls I’ve erected will be difficult to break down—can you do it? The question more so is, will I let you?
liquid guilt 