slashing echoes

But it wasn’t you, it was hope talking to me and only me, sowing smiles that will linger through the night, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the rest of my life. It was one of the moments that was really really worth living. I hug you, I thank you and I’ll keep you as a gleam manifestation of light. Purple light. A beaming light I dare to call mine, today and forever; and now that I have it, I feel notoriously warmer. And happier