As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night’s velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.

Qui n’a plus qu’un moment a vivreN’a plus rien a dissimuler

Learning how to love is like learning how to tie your shoes, and that’s precisely why I wear slippers.

…if it weren’t for you, mornings wouldn’t be so comforting – slippers wouldn’t scrape through the rooms of my heart…