Solitude is a weighed blanket. Sometimes the weight suffocates. Sometimes the warmth rejuvenates. Yet at times it is taken off, so you can look this beautiful for a photograph
I'm calling you from the "Honey! Hum hum.. ca-can you come pleeeeasse ?" I'm waiting for you sitting on the bed "before you go to work, can I please be fed?" I blush and start to open my mouth wide
