feelingsofaithless
If I told you about her, what would I say? That they lived happily ever after? I believe they did. That they were in love? That they remained in love? I’m sure that’s true. But when I think of her – of Elisa – the only thing that comes to mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love, hundreds of years ago: “Unable to perceive the shape of You / I find You all around me / Your presence fills my eyes with Your love / It humbles my heart / For You are everywhere.”
The Shape of Water (2017)








