Remember the morning.
In the still-dark,
when my hands find you
and my lips follow.
In the half-sleep,
we seek comfort
and finding each other, 123 more words
The greatest luxury of modernity is Time.
Not working Sunday. I never thought this day would come. I have so many plans: Get coconut oil in the hair, let it sit for 3 hours, maybe go shopping for a cake at the fair, get the toenails done, research masters degree on internet, watch a movie, read a few pages of Joseph Campbell, try some clothes, take some selfies, Who knows maybe get a little sun tan in the square, stalking some men online, making rituals for the eclipse, burning incense, painting eyebrows, painting canvas, write a book, chatting with twitter friends, playing guitar, recording some music, writing love letters and not sending them, analyzing the dreams I had in the week, get tobacco, send a message to family, meditate … afff… so many dreams …