I was still having more bad days than good. You came and went, often leaving parcels of food or flowers on my doorstep.
I was the centre of my own attention and my depressions were gaping holes of black that I could only attempt to write or paint out of. You knew when to leave me alone and when to come in and wrap your love around me.
After months of painting and hiding I sensed that I would be leaving my hometown soon. I didn’t know where I was going but it felt so strong that I packed and said my goodbyes...