As Summer nears, I can feel myself inching closer to a field of wild strawberries, with the sun beating down on my skin. I will absorb all of it’s energy. Perhaps there will be a breeze drifting from the Mediterranean Sea, to kiss my feet, and remind me of all it has to offer. Salty delights, and sweet relaxation. The freedom to never know what day it is, or the time. To live like our ancestors, operating by only paying attention to the bare necessities, when I so choose.
Oh sweet Summer, you’re so close.
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My love on a pink couch on a sweet summer, Monday night.
Not too bad.
I love it when the sky is getting darker and I can hear the wind rustling through the leaves.
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I’ve been listening to peoples’ problems for so long…
I really wish that people who come to you for help, would actually take it. Instead, they dump all of their problems on you, and continue to do the things that go against what would help them. It becomes incredibly too redundant and tiring for me to keep doing it. I wish it was as easy as quitting on someone, but I could never do that. But I also wish I could step away, and tell myself that it’s not my job.
GUHHHH
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