Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
when you first moved in with me, you got a new vase. i’ll buy you flowers and we’ll put them there, – you said. for two years it remained empty on the windowsill, covered with a coat of dust.
when you moved out, you left some things behind. the empty vase, a little toy your late mother bought for you when you were a kid, a mug i gifted you for your birthday. things of no importance.
i can see everything a little bit clearer now. you never cared for little things – not really.
i think i’m going to buy some flowers for myself.