I hope you always remember that you could never take up too much space in my heart. That you could never breathe in too much of the air I happen to live on. And that I remember. I remember how you filled in the cracks in my heart when you noticed the cold could creep in that way. That instead of running away you ran back with bandages when you saw me bleeding.
Too many have come inside my world through doors left wide open. Only to pick up the thornless flowers, to pick up the thornless thoughts. To have a casual stroll inside the gardens of my mind.
So I know. I know that you have come to stay. That you have dusted that old bench to sit on for hours, to tell me your stories, to pick up each and every flower. No matter the thorns, no matter the colour.
I hope you know that the space you take is sacred. That the air you breathe in has more oxygen when you breathe it out. That my space always expands when you happen to be around.
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Little Prince and the fox. An ode to friendship.
“But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .”
Rational Artist 