Bloom

This is my journey and I choose to
travel alone. To devote my life to
adventure and developing passionate
connections with like-minded people.

Still, I miss you. And most of the
time I think it would be better to be
fools together, than sensible without you.

Seashells

My dreaming of you is a lot like
listening to the song inside of a seashell.
You can’t see the waves or smell
the salt, but its call can make you feel
like you are right there by the ocean.

Of course, I know you’re not really
here, but when you miss a thing this
badly, even the illusion is enough.