Kicking feet on the floor, and unknown reaction to one being engrossed in a sticker book.
Three month old chit chat, to a mobile of butterflies.
The subtle snoring of a man sleeping on the floor after the night of a nauseous girl.
And the light, oh the light. Soft pink and purple hues that caress the hills. While fog settles in and blankets everything. Little pockets of calm.
This is my life. And for the first time in a long time I can take it all in, nothing else comes close.
Three month old chit chat, to a mobile of butterflies.
The subtle snoring of a man sleeping on the floor after the night of a nauseous girl.
And the light, oh the light. Soft pink and purple hues that caress the hills. While fog settles in and blankets everything. Little pockets of calm.
This is my life. And for the first time in a long time I can take it all in, nothing else comes close.
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