The Peaceful Life

[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]

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Talk on the phone w your friends and play in the sun and have picnics in the grass and bury your feet in the sand and be open to the world and learn from your mistakes and laugh often and go on drives to nowhere and protect what nourishes you and remember to have a good time

i sit in the sun. i drink tea. i recieve a message from my friend. i read a book. i take a walk. i fall in love with life a little bit.

put a set of clean, fresh bedding on. get into bed with a cup of tea and a book. everything will be okay.

someday i’ll buy myself flowers from the farmer’s market i visit every weekend and bring them back to the little flat i call home. i’ll arrange them in a second-hand vase on my coffee table, the one that sits in front the couch where my cat sleeps. with a cup of tea in one and a book in the other, i’ll curl up in the huge velvet armchair that everyone told me not to buy. there’s a bowl of fresh fruit on the counter, a collection of mismatched mugs in the cabinet. the shelves are overflowing with my favourite books. cushions and rugs are scattered across every surface. the herbs in the planter boxes outside my kitchen window are blooming. nothing matches. nothing needs to. i look around me and smile. it’s a simple life, a small life. but it’s enough. it’s mine.