You have wandered into Lutopia, a magical oasis in the desert of redundancy. I find a certain joy in each image I post and i certainly have no limits as to which way my whim pulls me. Peace and Love, Lu
I don't know how to replicate how warm you were. I can sit close to the fire and hope for a second of you, but it's too much. You were never too much. I could light a million candles to be near you, but I can't hold the feeling. You're flickering. I'm faltering. Flames can imitate you. That warmth, like liquid autumn, hot cider, heat. It's already winter without you.