I am awake at 3:27, searching in my memories. For times pieces of you stood out, so i could systematically describe each piece and paint a full picture from scratch. I can’t really.
My brain wakes up at nights from dreams to pull my body out of standby, so that they can all daydream. Together, and let my fingers know that it has to slave away on a keyboard, trying to capture this essence. Failing to, but leaving a slight whiff for your eyes to see.