I sleep with the window open
To drown all my thoughts in the rain
I wait for the freedom of a deep yawn, all of my night moves delayed
I wonder what you’re doing in these moments
I try to hear you reading this in your voice
It’s catastrophic
It’s impossible
To hope
That you might feel something like I do
I sleep with the window open
And all the thoughts of you float away
In the midnight showers
Waiting for no one
M.
Color of outdoors blog 
Say anything.