ASMR - Reading You Poetry And Love Letters (wlw)

Vita and Virginia¶
The sound of smoked machinery begins it all
A story of diversity through different colors, shades and forms
Pages by pages firmly printed, the more you count, the more they weight
Virginia storms inside with hunger, now, less to write but more to listen to the voice she'll meet by faith

A radio to feed desire, a voice through which she gets inspired
A starving pen, the rush of thoughts that she can't help
The words begin, they break and tumble, on each paper, in her head
She crashes waves and keeps on writing, the voice, her muse, she writes again.

A chamber full of bodies, yet Vita feels there's more beyond habitual
Much more to see, someone she's dragged to, forcefully, instinctual
A force that's not to be explained but only followed by an impulse and no choice
With every move controlled by faith, Virginia will meet her muse that is now more than just a voice.

As Vita steps in every place, from crowded to an empty room she finds
It seems as though it stopped the flames under those feet that could've walked her miles
She looks around only to find a painting longing for her eyes to land on it
The time gets stuck, her finger tracing on its shape as she forgets to breathe.

She's one less corridor away as all it blends and empty frames are left behind
There's one more room, seconds away, where all it ends and new begins so there, their eyes collide
As Vita stands, a flame is born in both her mind and steady heart, perhaps is what she thought of it to be
Like looking through the finest glass, she's watching how Virginia is wrapped around slow movements as she's dancing gracefully.

Now every other scene is stuck in time while going faster as they keep on moving in and out profoundly
For each symbolic gaze, silence which breaks the common thinking is watched by Vita fondly
She lets her mind hang heavily like sinking through the center of the Earth on one's command
It's not the grip nor is the lore, but the not knowing that drives her mad.

Vita wants more and more of what seems as though she cannot have effortlessly
She likes things wild and vast and every life's a challenge for what she needs to own to set her flaming passion free
The present now can only serve, must only feed her craving for unfolding
As now she lives for the unknown, the sacred mystery Virginia is holding.

As for Virginia, infinity of words that we possess, still none will ever be enough to paint a suitable description of her colors when they meet her world
A solid touch of caging all emotions by filling spaces with detachment, yet she is in desperate need of everything and everyone beyond
If only absent minds would focus less on stepping on her "madness" and care to read her through the lines
Oh, what a treasure is she hiding, the universe behind those ravishing green eyes.

Between fragility and hunger from virtue turned into conflicting shades of never-ending sins
They merge and switch with widened thirst for one another to let the world beware for it begins
A simple "Dear Mrs Woolf", you see, hints more than just an invitation to a dining club one's heart might find outlandish, although not odd at all for some to find it fits them like a glove
The end that was already written will simply guide Virginia's unsteady mind and Vita's solitary soul, as they are doomed to wander close and far away from one another, now one last book and one last page forever stained by the desire to be loved.