valentine's day...

In her resting state her memories travel. She will be reading or writing or talking and realise that her mind is travelling to where he is, and that she can prevent herself from talking to him for days but she is still travelling to him through unfamiliar surroundings. She is looking above her, around her, seeing a colour palette that is different to the colour palette of the city she occupies. She sees leaves that are a different green. She realises that she is under a bridge; lost, trusting that someone else knows the way. She is in-between there and here. She hates it. She’d forget that journey if she could.