16.02.2023

A thousand lives in one, and the ones that I forget. The ending of an era laying in the living room and next to the bed. A turn around the world just to make you mine. Punch me the way they did, covered in sweat for a few hours is worth the lost of breath. Intimate, the smell of your morning mouth, the words you do not say.

Dearest, how have you been?  Ok.