Remember Remember the simple pleasures of life
The music softly moved through my apartment as I tried to forget our last kiss, gently kindly it reached down and carressed my heart. The birds outside called me out and yet all I could feel is my chest constricting from lack of air. Breathe in. Breathe out.
I like to glance by open windows and see the world inside. Everyone lives in their own world and its interesting to see something different, new, old, lovely and ugly. And in the flash as I ride my bike its almost like catching polaroid film.
I like to feel the different textures of leaves of trees or bushes as I ride my bike and to feel there is something more in life.
I like looking up at the towering buildings of south beach, past past past the buildings to the sky. At times there is the red and oranges of the sun setting, or being able to look at the sky in the bright of the day and see the outline of the moon.
I like to spend my mornings in bed reading. Simply simple pleasures. Coffee in hand.
I like to sing really loud, badly. in my car. on my bike.
I like to glance by open windows and see the world inside. Everyone lives in their own world and its interesting to see something different, new, old, lovely and ugly. And in the flash as I ride my bike its almost like catching polaroid film.
I like to feel the different textures of leaves of trees or bushes as I ride my bike and to feel there is something more in life.
I like looking up at the towering buildings of south beach, past past past the buildings to the sky. At times there is the red and oranges of the sun setting, or being able to look at the sky in the bright of the day and see the outline of the moon.
I like to spend my mornings in bed reading. Simply simple pleasures. Coffee in hand.
I like to sing really loud, badly. in my car. on my bike.