Warmth and the Glow
- Milo the Mischievous Red
- Mar 10
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 2
You move with such purpose, yet seem lost in your own mind.
Your hands are always busy.
I watch you chase things I cannot see, speaking to ghosts in little glowing boxes.
Still, when you are still, I curl beside you because even the lost need warmth.
