The day you crossed all the limits of stooping low, the first thing I did was painting you black in the photo frame you gifted me. I told myself, if satisfaction would have a color, it would have been black, with teary-eyed laughs! My therapist suggested to throw that frame away but I hung it there, on my bedroom wall. I changed my sleeping direction so that every morning I can see you like that and smile, remembering everything. Every dark fucking night I spent like an insane staring at the ceiling, crying, laughing; every morning I didn't want to wake up and see the sun. That frame is still there but with flowers, butterflies and happiness drawn on it. That frame is still there with my happy face on it, my happy face without you. #writingsimplethings #photoframe My suggestion: coffee cup
