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the reclamation of peace that exists somewhere between the two spaces inside began with the feeling of my earths warmth beneath my feet. she gives me the feeling of being barely planted but still grounded enough to know where i stand, shaded by presence while still having her shine on me like the sun in the mid afternoon sky. my ears moved to the sound of her voice, almost musical, enough to cause the movement of a hip and a foot, enough to make my head move and the scowl across my face to ease and introduce a smile.
i moved to the sound of a faint voice in the background.. a loud neighbor, maybe. i reached the door only to realize the source of it all. a beautiful breakfast, laid out to a soundtrack that could only be experienced on a sunday morning in the company of people you admire, respect and love. its like they invented listening to music on a sunday morning. i couldnt remember a moment in recent memory that struck me like this.. the kind of moment you think of while youre living in it. it was too easy to spend two hours catching up, laughing and discussing every moment we think we had only missed together. thats what ill need in future days. time to catch up, and hope for approval.
i moved to the sound of a faint voice in the background.. a loud neighbor, maybe. i reached the door only to realize the source of it all. a beautiful breakfast, laid out to a soundtrack that could only be experienced on a sunday morning in the company of people you admire, respect and love. its like they invented listening to music on a sunday morning. i couldnt remember a moment in recent memory that struck me like this.. the kind of moment you think of while youre living in it. it was too easy to spend two hours catching up, laughing and discussing every moment we think we had only missed together. thats what ill need in future days. time to catch up, and hope for approval.