Ruby creates patterns when chaos starts circling. Colorful beads. Gold, peach, light pink dark pink, gold, peach, light pink dark pink, then again. One by one she slips them onto a string, reminds me to tie a knot, and then wears order around her neck. To remind me. Calm is there for the making.
I breathe her in. Though she came from me, I think its the other way around. She made me. They create me every day. My heart still tries to hide from the love that will expose me to the eclipsed light.