sometimes just a simple message

could make my heart stop playing with its nostalgia

sometimes just a missed call

is warm enough to stop me worrying about being lonely

sometimes I just need someone to lend a shoulder

a while is enough to make the fatigue go away

sometimes I just need someone to listen to my little story

no need to answer, just being friend with my silence

sometimes when waking up at dawn

someone is holding my hand gently,

that's more than enough,

sometimes a short text: "It's late, why not go to bed?"

has the power to smoothen my fragile mind