Professional Bastard

this is not the end. this isn’t how it ends

*trips* oh god oh fuck *all my intense yearning spills out*

in the warm afternoon we roast our vegetables. our home is on the edge of a forest, and in the quiet you might hear the ocean. maybe we’ll invite our families or friends. or maybe we’ll eat alone. maybe we’ll eat outside in the sunshine. it’s so easy to fall asleep. it’s so warm and quiet.

oh, to be walking barefoot in the forest as dawn breaks, the soft moss cushioning your feet, slightly damp from the rain the night before. to escape the polluted city air. walking slowly in awe; bird song enticing you futher. delving deeply into the desirable unknown. a truly wonderful way to wake the senses after the physical body itself.