well, I should go to bed, but I'm in one of those lovely pensive, melancholy, longing moods. I say lovely because in this state I think I am closer to who I am supposed to be. I believe my heart was made with these deep desires, and when I remember them, I'm more me.
These things my heart longs for.
These recurring places that pop into my head during times like these, when I think about what I really want.
A forest,
a cabin,
a wooden chair.
A simple life.
stories.
people.
wild flowers, being outside...
listening to the day.
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