Naked, in the truth of solitude, with the blanket of our memories on the shoulders of silence, under a shower of stars, I wait for mine. As I continue on my way, I can't help but think of everything I could create with the gouache of your eyes, the melody of your voice, and the illuminated swirls of your heart.
Ultimately, wounds become doorways of light…
Love yourself as I love you... and how you love me...

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