I get what I want, then never want it again.
“It might be the caffeine talking but I’m enamored with the shape of my fate. Maybe it’s the water waving at me but I’m in love with these visions of late. A tiny man sits by himself on the edge of his ninth floor hotel, and after only one cup and two sugars, he sees the world so well. Could it be that what we see is a product of what we’ve seen til’ now? And if it is, and every inch of sight matters, I’ll thank my eyes somehow.”
The smell of Night Blooming Jasmine through my window and the soft pitter patter of rain drops are my nighttime lullaby.
I forgot how time consuming creating an entirely new blog can be. A part of me wants a personal blog back, but I just can’t quite decide yet. Decisions. Decisions.