You sent me an emoji 39 minutes past midnight.
It’s funny, the power of that small digital image. Small but weighty, like a brick of some densest naturally-occurring element; enough to smash two weeks of words unsaid, of restlessness like a itch under my clothes, of steely silence – because I need silencing, steel bars to cage wild animalistic senses –
Like offering a tiger a sweet, bundled up in its neon pink and purple packaging. Enough to send a jolt electric up my arm, and to my real heart.
it was ‘very random’. and very sweet.