Journal.
Late notes
When neither of us can sleep.
The night I called her at 3am.
I was barefoot in the kitchen. The kettle had gone cold an hour ago and I hadn't noticed. There was a melody in my head that wouldn't sit still…
Read thisLily writes one.
Samantha asked me to write one of these. So. I'm in the bath. The water's hot. The track is on loop, the second one, the one she doesn't know I keep going back to…
Read thisThe three songs we keep for the list are where most of these nights ended up.