maybe our caresses and kisses will cure us... but we'll continue pretending we're still ohhh, so sickly! so we don't have to stop..

then it becomes prevention and we are only sane and safe and trustful when we allow ourselves to be us. In our bubble. The garden in a beach.

with a slight pink hue to the horizon dividing the same two blues from the sea and sky... and when it rains it becomes warmer and we go to the green grass where there's a small house with an angled ceiling and a lot of glass around the mezzanine...

we shall not forget strong fences to keep everything as it should - gentle, passionate, lovely, kind, fun and serious in a compassionate way (making out to make up is so good...).