There is a broken aura around you. Like a flower drifting through an ocean of blood. Existing in that metaphor, I am a rock on the shore. Blood soaked, but content. I see you from time to time as the moon draws you closer with the tide. I am rock hard, but motionless. I have feelings, but somehow I remain emotionless. Its like I have crystal quartz deep inside, but you have to break me to reap the beauty that's inside of me, though, I don't expect the tide is strong enough for you to see. Perhaps the moon will bring you on top of me, if only for awhile. I could smell your rose like scent, and feel your petals caress me. Blood soaked the both of us. I know the tide would take you away eventually. Momentarily, I could feel you. Its not something I seek with intensity, though, the thought does cross my mind from time to time. There you are in the distance.