i love the feel of sunshine on goosebumps.
i love the sweet and salty taste of saltines-- the go-to sick food.
i love the escape of my subconscious into dreams of impossibility.
i love the scene of love unfolding. love growing. love abiding.
i love the sound of comfortable silence with familiar friends.
i love the possibilities embedded in the weekend. in this day, in this month, in my life.
"we are works of art. we are unfinished stories. we are floating melodies. we are the particles we breathe in. we are everything, and we are everywhere." - author unknown -
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