When I was alone, I felt your arms around me. So distant. So close.

The sun was beautiful this morning, peeking from behind the clouds, with a sweet smile. I smiled too, for a moment, peeking from behind my personal clouds, seeing the sunlight sitting far above, speaking of better days on the way. The sky is grey, for the most part, but bits of blue are peeking through.…

I sat alone, sewing stories to my soul, pink glitter at ease on my eyelids, soft, pastel, peaceful pink, you know it’s my favourite colour, don’t you? We watched a movie about madness, in the middle of the night, with the chocolates you got me for Valentine’s Day. I was quite satisfied with the taste,…

I haven’t slept beneath the Sunday sun with you for a while, but every so often, I slip into a scene, subconsciously, in which I do. I always wake up in a bittersweet mood, when I’ve spent the night inside my mind, inside of your arms (if it sounds complicated, that’s because it is complicated),…