The stomach full of carbs and butterflies.
Months of marble and silk
Fingers crossed it’ll be brighter, softer, fuller.
A contradiction of colours and a quick combination of flavours.
It feels good to have a place to call home.
It's mad how comfortable you can feel around people you've only shared a handful of days with.
Sometimes, a sunrise and two days of long walks and a plate of pasta and mugs of coffee and the sun warming your bones can turn into the softest birthday gift.
A tiny memo saying that it's okay if stumble, that it's fine to not be too hard on yourself.
But for some reason, I hold tight to all trivial excuses and lighthearted talks, stupid water wings I insist to wear not to go deep.
Everywhere you lay your eyes on seems to be at the right place.