The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

she liked that he could make him laugh, but she didn't quite understand why.  she liked the tangle and its web of shadows and vines.  it was claustrophobic, womblike, a comfort.  i will be sure to.  after her trek to akashingo, the distance would seem like nothing.  i will call for you at your border's edge. 

the greenery broke to reveal a river, and she knew that behind it were her islands.  you are welcome to find me on the beach.