I love days like these, days when I can miss the bus and not care because I get to wait outside where it's so wonderful. Days when my only regret is not having an ocean to blow salty air in my face. Days when I feel like I could just stand outside, close my eyes, and be happy forever.
I love waking up in the morning to a soft, warm sun, with birds singing just outside my window. For once, the morning doesn't seem to come too soon. And the morning seems to last all day too. When night finally comes, I'm greeted with a starry sky, a cool breeze, and a slice of metaphorical cake. I love when I can sleep on top of covers, with the air from the fan gently caressing my skin. My dreams are sweet, and I breath nothing but hope.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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What's this about cake????????
Woot! Go life! (See how I was very direct and not ambiguous about some secret sort of meaning only I can understand while you are left out in darkness.)
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