

Do you know what inspires me to wake up in the morning? It’s not just the sunlight coming through the curtains, the aroma of coffee, or even the music I turn on on my headphones at the lowest volume. I’m awakened by a feeling of desire. The desire to live, to feel, to touch this day like smooth skin — with interest, with tenderness, with impatience. I wake up for the moment when I can once again feel the warmth of someone’s gaze, the power of thought aimed at me. Sometimes — for the sake of correspondence that excites. Sometimes — for the sake of fantasy that doesn’t let go. Sometimes — for a simple male “morning,” in which more is hidden than it seems. I wake up not just to exist. But to be in someone’s thoughts. And maybe… in yours. And why do you open your eyes in the morning, man?😉🌟