I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
I am learning the taste of the truth, as it passes my lips. The after taste of satisfaction of letting my heart not dangle from my sleeve but justifying its feelings and the reasoning of it’s skipping beats. The sweetest taste you’ll ever have.
I don’t need to be rich or have a fancy home. I just want to go to sleep at night knowing my labor had heart, I’ve loved fiercely and lived close enough to the edge that I can see the waves kiss the rocks.