Sunshine and daisies.
I miss the most.
I don’t make sense to myself either…
But just take a breather.
To realise what means the most to you.
Was it the little things like your grandma’s beef stew?
But for me it’s also you.
Where are you?
I understand it’s hard.
But I’m always here.
I won’t disappear.
But…
Where are you?