Give me cold and windy days, for they make me run after the sun's touch and bask under it like a cat. Give me beautiful colours and shapes, and places that lift my spirit and embrace me like a prayer. Give me the tension of those that dare, standing right between heaven and hell. Give me fluffy coats and lace and soft fabrics, and warm arms that are gentle. Give me a challenge and a resting place, and a million little instants that are just magical and right.
Don't fuck with my spirit.
(Yesterday I had an interesting chat with my therapist about the things that give me pleasure)