Nuances
This “…cemetery” issue of yours feels like a mental prison, a form of self-sabotage and/or a provocation and a test for me. At first, it hurt, along with that IM diversion/ID check, and...
And you are still not sleeping. I must go now. Infinite Love.
If you insist so much…But you must admit it is vivid and joyful, with a path to the sea. How much easier it would be if you called me…Take a deep breath and….Infinite Love.