Lately, all are drafts.
Drafts of what I want to say, drafts of what I want to do. Drafts of the love I'd like to give to you.
Drafts of the deepest fears, and loneliness, of the unshakeable feeling of not being enough.
Drafts of what I want to say, drafts of what I want to do. Drafts of the love I'd like to give to you.
Drafts of the deepest fears, and loneliness, of the unshakeable feeling of not being enough.
Drafts of you.
ART
Wish you were here, luv.
