Hearing the soft rain hit the cement,
and the wind chimes dance in the wind.
The pool of water forming on the black table I go on Wayfair,
that never really stood right, crooked legs and wobbly base.
The fall breeze flowing in between my toes, giving me a slight chill.
Seeing the rain speed up and slow down,
enjoying the moment,
not really giving a shit about anything particular,
getting lost in thoughts of nothing.
Not being afraid to let my mind wander.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Open for you to boost the same thing. It's okay to be honest with me. I need you to get me, and see if I can find a way to get you.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a