Something In The Heavens

A night-time postcard written in a whisper: eyes like emeralds, hands like the sea, and a desire to hold on tighter than you can. Promises ‘until the last breath’ sound almost theatrical, but instead of pathos, there remains a warm stubbornness - not to let go, even if the forecast is completely grey. Farewells here are not forever, but rather a temporary stop along the way: ‘see you around the corner’ like a ticket with a return address. A little melodramatic, a little sentimental, and not at all shameful - because this belief in a reunion warms better than any blanket.