I close my eyes and think of you
when I don’t know what else to do
when storms are raging in my head
I sit and think of you instead
and it would give me quite a scare
if I found you were not there
I have a habit of scribbling random things and then shoving them in the top drawer of my bedside table – then I discover them months later (when the chaos in the drawer is begging to be re-organised). I’m strange like that.
Today: 5/10, medium