Simple Life

I like my simple life.

It's calm.

Afternoons spent sitting.

Watching cats play.

Listening to the man next to me wording.

Drinking margaritas.

Watching the sky be the sky.

Listening to music I've never heard before.

Planning adventures only I can imagine.

Being who I am.

Living here, now.

Footloose.

Loving all the parts of everything.

Seriously.

Loving them.

Barefoot.

Sleeveless.

BRALESS!!!

Proud of where I have been, because I'm not there anymore.

A future pregnant with hope.

Hope, hope, futile hope.

Happy hope.

Daydream hope.

You know what I mean.

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