Let’s sit on the roof edge, swing our legs, sip a glass of wine, all the city below our feet. We own the whole city.
Looking at the photos that you sent me, torn between jealousy, and happiness. My imagination saves me. I’m happy that you’re enjoying your trip.
There are nights that I sleep while you’re working, and there are nights that I work and you sleep. I don’t know much about the former, but your deep asleep breath is the best music to keep me going.
I can’t give in. You make me want to fly high, to realize the limitlessness of human nature.