I only know your words, when the night comes.
I want to see you more closely,
Without knowing us.
I imagine you in the window,
Peeking at the infinite that surrounds us.
You didn’t write again, words that mirror my soul.
Exactly … 144 hours …
There must be a way,
A destination to come.
miss you.
Maybe I haven’t dedicated my flowers to you yet.
I am in a dip of silent noise from repeated music.
@Amarela
Amarela Space 