The words I want to write you possess in your eyes. A clear expression, impossible to hide. Flutter your lashes like bird feathers and flock off. I will leave a trail of breadcrumbs so you are never lost… Tell me stories of your travels. Did you get injured? Fall in love? Was it enough? Was it real? Seeing things from different heights. I understand why you didn’t return each night. It is unfair to keep you locked in this cage of skin. I beg for your return. So writing may begin.
– From Oceans Of Ink