With you, to anywhere🗺️
Rise with me forever
across the silent sands,
and the stars will be your eyes,
and the wind will be my hands
Oh to live this life … ♡
“Midsummer”, d.x.yll/From Franz Kafka diaries 1910-1923
- Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Silence,”
Do you ever just miss a bond you had with someone? Like regardless of what happened between you two, you miss the conversations, the laughs you guys had over the stupidest things, or the way that they were there for you when you weren’t at the best. The little things matter.