The place I call Home

Dear Butterfly,

I will build a small house in the mountains, with a woody interior and many dream catchers and mirrors hanging all over the wall. Where a cool breeze from the woods levitates white curtains and hits those tiny hanging bells. Where in the centre of the room, we cuddle all winter on a fluffy white mattress and blanket colour of your cheeks.

Let's entangle ourselves so my spicy forest aroma switches to your soft, warm body. Staring into each other's eyes, listening to the low rain and burning wood, let us blend our souls forever and turn that house into a home.

With love -

 Wishyou