a pink secret
“My mind ballooned with nervous fear. I looked at Pip and for a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped of the bridge. Then I blinked and I was in love with her again”.
Something that needs nothing
my little pink companion for the faded evenings. her curly stories and the simplicity of a gift. wrapped up in the bed sheets, to cover a secret that you will skip to witness – I step on it with my sleep, every night, carelessly. But I thank you. You know how to sink me into sleep, and cause it sounds better, song-like, a little detail> even from miles and miles away.