Nuances
Did you sleep at all? Infinite melancholy.
Sometimes I feel your silence as a bittersweet karma for ignoring the spirits for years and – in an inverted way – for giving my mother a hard time...
You don’t sleep… Would it help if I cuddle you across the ocean?
P.S I couldn’t leave out the cliche-palm tree from the cliche-moon photo. Infinite Smile.
I will try to sleep, it’s not easy. Infinite Smile. We ‘talk’ tomorrow morning (your morning). I promise, I will be more ‘talkative’. Infinite Love.
