*fyi- just a list of all the lil things… the details the frame*

Corralling letters into words,
Turned thoughts,
Turned written songs never spoken.
Tokens of love, The small unexpected ones. Gardens with gnomes and tiki torches,
Surrounding lived in homes.
Especially the ones with front porches,
That have seats so you can rest your feets. Wooden swings and rockers,
Made for rocking worries away.
Neighbors playing loud music,
Kids shrieking with glee
As parents jam out to those lyrics
The ones from the 90’s.
Kurt Cobain And Courtney Love, Hole
(She got dealt a tough hand).
My neighbors are jammin to nirvana as I type, the good stuff, invigorating the hype ;-)
Antiquated emojis from the olden days. Libraries in houses,
That smell of stale cigars.
Knowing I’m done fighting wars.
My body, my temple,
The self healing divinity
Within me. (You too).
The scars from those wars,
Cause they are the reminders
Of that which I don’t want to be.
Being better than I was before.
Imperfectly flawed, yet awed by it all.
Oreo cookies dunked in milk.
The smell of Versace perfume.
Patchouli, even more.
Outdoor music festivals,
The ones that last for days.
Waterfalls, the view from beneath,
above...