the thunder keeps us on our toes, we claim. the break of dawn is when we feel the most. grab a cup of tea, come back to bed. it’s a healing process; peel enough layers and you’ll forget where you started.
with legs intertwined, perhaps a trap will make you stay. and we’ll remain laying in bed watching the lightning till the morning. because the thunder is quite comforting. the sky doesn’t deserve to be happy if we’re not happy. it’s just more fair that way. or so we claim.
Photos by Calvin Bellas