Come a little closer baby, put your breath into my chest; I’ll press my lips to your forehead, exhaling, “This is my heaven.” These moment where at the surface not much is stirring, but without the breakwaters of your touch my boat would find the waves rougher.
I want to travel to far away places, and then far away places that used to be near places until all the places have been far and near – Until every place has found space in my heart.
It’s always nice to read your words. Glad to read them a bit more often lately.
I am glad you can find enjoyment in them! Hope you always may!
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