May the universe keep you safe. And not only the universe – may everything keep you safe, everything that may.
This fucking world isn't so bad yet to tear the fragile thread that tied me up to you. But a little longer and we'll be on the different sides of the Earth. Something will become your base and support, and all I'll stay with is a feeling of missing you.
And I'll be begging
the car brake not to crush, and the lock to close the gate into a deserted garden
and the luck, of course, to accompany you every time, and the socks not to lose their pair, the lighthouse not to let you wander in the rye, the lantern to shine even in the dead of night, and I'll be begging you not to be sick of living.
For you I'm asking the fire to warm up your hands, I'm asking the answers to come for all of your letters, I'm asking all the lamps to get brighter in your home for you to come back into light and heat.
I'm asking the kettle to breath when it boils, and Her to love you and to know how to make a pie.
May the universe keep you safe. And not only the universe – may She keep you safe, the only She who may.
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