Sunrise Stories.
It’s late into the night and you’re not at home but I’m in our little plant-laden balcony, my eyes fixated on the vast space before me; on those little glittery stars flickering in haphazard frequencies that I am very fond of— aligning with the very depth of my heart. And it’s okay that you’re not at home. Dearest, I respect this distance. We’ve been distant for a long time and it didn’t weaken our unearthly bond. We have agreed upon the notion of us treading disparate paths, yet always bound by love. So it’s okay, my dear. You never have to be here so that we can be together. I place my hands on my heart. I close my eyes and allow the canvas of our sky to lay still and silent in my mind. Gently, I place my head on the pillow and drift into a mystical sleep, filled with peace and quiet, breaths that leave my chest to let go fears and bring in love. The first thing I wake up to is the sound of the blackbirds chirping against the faint peachy rays of light emerging ...