letterstoyou - eighth autumn
Added 2025-11-11 05:35:28 +0000 UTCplease hold me on a november night
and remember the first contact
some years old
and a constellation of red lights
pulsing like waves towards the horizon
my vision feels blurry in a mirror
dreaming memory dissolving between a time and place
somehow in adornment on your familiar surface
somehow i know it was in autumn
i know it was you
