Miles away from some forgotten place; some nowhere land.

It feels like we will possibly never return.

I don’t know what to call it, it seems different here than any place I’ve ever been before.

The wind blows down the lane of an abandoned country house that once stood strong on its foundations before the fires raged through.

The fires burnt out eventually, leaving the city in ruins, with no fault of the people and only the fires to blame for the treachery.

The clouds have seemed to scatter only every once and a while until they deposit litres of rain over the peninsula.

Like the raging fires, rain pours down over the land, creating puddles and mud slides, floods, and lakes, filling up the river basins.

If only I could stop the fires and hold back the rain. Maybe you are the only one who can help me hold back the rain.

As you come into my view, the clouds scatter, and I realise how much I needed you.

You don’t have to be on your own anymore.

Maybe I don’t need to return, so long as you’re here.

Deep breaths take up far more space than silence, so as the rain takes up space for love in my heart.