Love letter # 87

 
I will stop typing in a minute – but I will not sleep. I will flee instead to the quiet, dark streets, to the unbroken glass of the sea. And I will love you. And it will feel like a channel – like noun become verb – and I will cease to be and only light will shine.

To anyone looking it will seem like sadness.

But to me it will be as it is now.

Euphoria.