Good night moon, my cherry red. I’ll wish for you upon every dandelion i come across.
Perhaps, we will drink up under the moon shine and stare at the star lights.
With an open heart, I can’t risk feeling dumb again.
These are notes from a wrist.
you deserve to have someone who stalks your socials and looks at your pics when they miss you. you deserve to have someone who plays your voice notes to help them fall asleep. you deserve to have someone who is not afraid to admit they are undeniably needy and obsessed with you.
The wave was just a different way for the water to be for a little while.
The wave returns to the ocean where it came from, and where it's supposed to be.
Picture a wave, in the ocean.
You can see it, measure it, its height, and the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through.
And it's there, and you can see it, you know what it is. It's a wave.
And then it crashes on the shore, and it's gone
But the water is still there.
365 days,
You’re not home yet, it’s been very quiet and uncomfortable since.
You must have lost your key,
I still have mine, I’ll make you a copy and leave it underneath the mat.
I’ll make sure it stays there until you’re back,
You don’t need to knock, just come home.
365.