the warm and cozy nook in a big old oak tree the teddy bear you don’t hug anymore
the crack on your bedroom ceiling, staring back at you as you trace me with your finger every morning
i truly love when people embrace the simple things in life, those are what truly builds foundations for love and wonder in one’s world. this morning as i awoke alarmingly late, i could feel my body creak like an ancient tree. seeming wisdom seeping through the cracks yet realistically was more the product of poor sleep. i felt like a mummy awaking from its tomb and glimpses of life capturing its eye and reeling it towards reality. but this time i didn’t want to rise. i just wanted to lay. wriggle, roll, and wither below my blankets. stretching stagnantly yet efficiently. i found so much joy in my cocoon of blankets. inching up and down across my sheets, as if i was about to break through but couldn’t leave the confines of comfort. it was this simple thing as i peered through my cubby’s window that truly made my day. simplicity in sleepiness.
when I hug my pillow at night, I breathe for the two of us and forget what it’s like to have my arms around a person. I think that’s beautiful even if no one is here to agree with me.
Losing Tennessee - Fine Kiss City - Blondshell Police Scanner - Chanel Beads New York mystic pretty - The Crying Nudes Sticky - FKA Twigs Cold Paris Vogue - mark williams lewis Pusher - Joanne Robertson & Dean Blunt (the albums these songs r on r all mesmerizing btw… and on my “moody hore” playlist)
