“I want to be in the place where you and I are in bed every morning with no buzzing of the alarm to tear us apart. Where we could sleep curled like cats all day and then I would make you breakfast at four in the afternoon.”
Sometimes, I have a hard time stringing the right words to describe the images I make. Sometimes, I struggle so much that any and all words end up retreating to the back of my throat to never see the light of day. This is why I don’t blog as often as I’d like. Today, I found an entry in an old journal and the words above seemed so perfect to illustrate the intimate nature of this session.