water my life with your existence // innaffia la mia vita con la tua esistenza

“Summertime in England never felt like home to me. The missing feeling of waking up to a cold breeze brushing against the exposed skin layer of thighs leaving my whole body with goose bumps. The missing memory of the way…

water my life with your existence // innaffia la mia vita con la tua esistenza

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“Summertime in England never felt like home to me. The missing feeling of waking up to a cold breeze brushing against the exposed skin layer of thighs leaving my whole body with goose bumps. The missing memory of the way the fresh coffee would drown my existence and leave me asking for more. The undiscovered thoughts and ideas that would run through my mind and make me wonder and analyse every excruciating detail of my existence. Watering the flowers every morning did not give me the same sensation anymore. Until I met the girl with soft brown eyes. And little did she know, what her pretty brown eyes did to my soul. She waters the flowers in my mind with her warm lips and her poetic personality. She waters the flowers in my heart with her nervous laugh and unease breathing. She waters my life with her existence. And suddenly, summertime in England never felt more like home to me.”
Telma Filipa, 2019

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