Each cold breath longs for a heart to warm itself with as the night settles in. The longing of one means nothing in the silnce of the night..For only their touch, her touch….could calm his heart and bring his feet to the ground. Aloft, alone, asleep adrift in a Sea of deep blues and greens, dreams of tiny houses and big green bushes…. The night has grown so silent and dark without her… This knight has grown tired and I yearn for the calm kindness of your loving kiss. As I drift off to the next set of pills. You will be missed.

Benjamin.2018