Your faith makes it

You cover the plant watering bottle. Your glittering fingernail glide through the golden palm leaves. With a loud sigh you sit beside the plant pot and sip pink yoghurt.

Questions float around with Cigarettes after Sex tunes.

Where do you go after love stops growing?

Were his ‘I love you’ convincing because they are true? Or do you really want to believe him? So your faith makes it true.

You sip and lick the silky sweetness. These questions pound your head, ache your heart for answers.

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