I’ve always been going in the same direction, but I have never known where I was going. I know there has to be something, someone, somewhere, that will let me rest, let me realise that I’m done exploring and expecting, but every time the planet dances with the sun, I get less and less sure…

When I wake up in warmth, I think about you. wrapped in your welcoming arms, their kindness, like a kiss, felt in a way I almost can’t describe. It feels insanely romantic, essential and expressive, luscious, in a language only we can understand. Your hands are always on my waist, in a way, hopeful, nostalgic…