Love will come back to you in nameless ways.
Pale imitations of it finds itself in buttery cookies
& all kinds of sweetness.
In the catch of someone's laugh.
Your fingertips try to recognise their rough & sharp edges.
It is not theirs .
It is the hum of summer hot against your skin.
Though, the fire burns brighter inside of you.
It comes back, even if the night speaks of ravens and inkiness.
Ah. It feels good to sit down and write again.
I hope you, you and you have been well.
It's the biggest exams of my academic life in a few weeks.
Ohmygoodness.
Wish me a pinch of luck?
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