SOL: Hopeful

I watched you crumble
under the weight of all your
own expectations.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 124.”

SOL: Reverie

she carves her teeth on
slices of reality
lost to fantasy

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 95.”

MIND: La rêverie

I’m missing you extremely, but I feel curiously happy and serene.
I want to do nothing but sit about dreamily, thinking about you and
about the great strangeness of everything, and how good it is.

// Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Wallace Robson