there’s always a humane logical reason to get up at 8, but waking up at 12 is like an expression of true freedom, it’s an exercise in divinity and it’s beautiful
i want to go on a walk and experience what the world has to offer in the morning… the sun’s coming out and the air is crispier. this being a rare occurrence since i typically wake up after 10 makes it that much more sweet, and i am that much more excited about the day
The sun is shining, the world is alive and functioning, it isn’t even 11:00 and I’ve been moving for 4 hours now. In my laziness I had forgotten how this type of freedom feels.
