A rainy night sparks my mind into one mood: contemplations over a jazz record. Jazz and rain go hand in hand like Tom and Jerry, like peanut butter and jelly, or like tomato soup and a grilled cheese. The inspiration is watered and here lies the new greenery.
Not gonna lie, it’s been awhile since I’ve had a nice warm hug. like a real meaningful one ya know? The type you don’t want to let go it’s so comforting. Anyways, thanks Instagram reel for reminding me I’m using you to ignore deep unwanted feelings.
I wish I could speak every language to converse with everyone around the world! There’s something tantalizing about having this ability. Perhaps because deep conversations are a doorway into someone‘s upbringing and people’s cultures, and there is so much joy in hearing someone‘s story. In another lifetime, surely I was a polyglot enjoying company from people all around the world!
