Sea gardens

Love feels like an emptied word. All this reading about otherness in love and passion has left me wondering. Once you read about sea violets and sea roses and sea gardens you realise that what you believed about love was too artificial. You really crave the thought after that that maybe flowers are just better, better than love, than the word love. Maybe it's all about flowers and sea gardens. H.D. has broken down my defences and I feel my imagery has been ambushed by the lack of hers in my own mind. It would be unfair if it wasn't because this is a new creative lifestyle of feelings, a force of nature that drives you to give in to the flooding.