cheek to cheek, but not cheeky.
sometimes, life feels soft around me.
floating, like i'm at sea, & there's that immaculate gentle breeze that exuberates and exhausts you (in the loveliest & most coaxing fashion.) actually, the breeze caresses you into this half slumber where everything feels gentle, light, and simple.
mmmm.
& somethings lack flavor (i'm tracing my steps here, my apologies...) but i'm cozy just knowing that this is the way that it's supposed be. i no longer feel any yearning or loss in such situations but a warm pity for my old self & a blush at my past behavior.
floating, like i'm at sea, & there's that immaculate gentle breeze that exuberates and exhausts you (in the loveliest & most coaxing fashion.) actually, the breeze caresses you into this half slumber where everything feels gentle, light, and simple.
mmmm.
& somethings lack flavor (i'm tracing my steps here, my apologies...) but i'm cozy just knowing that this is the way that it's supposed be. i no longer feel any yearning or loss in such situations but a warm pity for my old self & a blush at my past behavior.