pick me up, love.

i want you to see my everyday. the things i do when you’re not here. i want you to know the quirks and movements and breaths of my life. the way i drive to work. my favourite place to eat. my best friends. my home.

my sunsets and my stars. my clouds. my bright blue sky.

one day, we’ll sit side-by-side, and suddenly, all these beautiful things will be ours.

and we’ll be a we and you’ll be my everyday.

the flowers fell asleep at dusk…

…pointing towards the sun, drinking every last ray of light as they closed their petals to dream.

the moon hid behind the clouds tonight, the glowing arc peaking through. i wish i could have taken a photo that did it any sort of justice.

sneak inside my thoughts and you’ll see my memory’s happy.