@kingcres: ‘ you lead such a very uncomfortable life and i think about that. ’
❝ uncomfortable ? ❞ wayne reclines back upon his ratty, dusty couch --- stretching out before lying limp slightly. uncomfortable, uncomfortable ... he supposes it could be called that. his house definitely wasn’t the height of luxury by any means, in fact he would be willing to admit it was pretty subpar compared to the childhood home he & his twin grew up in, and he has very little to his name other than the clothes on his back and his cat.
but it had it’s charm ... he likes waking up to feel the heat of the sun seep into his house in the morning, he likes the trivial routine he’s fallen into of lying on his back for awhile ( staring up at the ceiling, merely letting time pass by comfortably as he wakes up. ) before getting up to feed his cat & then himself, he likes the sound of water hitting plastic as he filled up an empty water jug to go water his garden, he likes taking the long, silent walk from his house to the city & back. it’s a simple life ... a life where sometimes things are not serene, and he struggles to do one if not all the activities he likes, far from idealistic.
however, he is happy ... he does not feel as numb as he once did, everyday he feels the sadness that once weighted shoulders become easier to carry, even in the moments he does struggle. wayne wonders if that is selfish, or terrible of him ... though he doesn’t let it cloud his thoughts.
❝ i actually live pretty comfortably ❞ a casual shrug of the shoulders ❝ it’s just not really what you’re used to. ❞














