CK's digs.

I am going to my own fortress of solitude. I want to see the sky again, without the heat of the sun.

I am getting out of the grid. to discover kisses again and curled sleeping fingers.
get caught in a light drizzle and feel the earth beneath my feet.
and hear the laughter of my daughter.

for some time, for some time and forever.

for now, I wish you cold evenings, and warm embraces.