Sitting on my comfy little couch sipping on a vanilla white mocha thinking it's 1
or so in the morning when really its only 11.
makes no sense to me
welp, my birthday was a hit
spent it with lo, then misty then with mikala the 2nd half was spent with tracy & raegan = goodtimes.
imogen heap has been set on my playlist since the concert
it sends me in the calming mindset.
i'm ready to sing agin.
my voice has been on lockdown for months
i'm ready to let my voice be heard once again
which i could play an instrument or had a piano i could
play around with.
one day i will.
a white piano thats been splatter painted even the keys.
my mind sometimes get stuck in a dream world
a world full of stages, concerts, crowds, old vintage houses, and tea & coffee on the balcony swing.
a world with unlimited canvases to paint and a millions songs to sing
a world where with a hand to hold not just someone to watch walk away
a world where creativity and uniqueness is embraced not criticized
a world where i wake up happy
a world where bike rides are a daily activity
a world where work wasn't a dreaded thought but not really work at all it was living
a world where reading was focused and absorbed
a world with in the grass dinners on blankets watching the sun go down
my little world of snugglng and happiness will one day be reality
ONE DAY.
