friends are catching up outside my cafe with melted drinks that seem to exist for the sole purpose of wetting their hand and cooling their nervous system. Laughs containing humor aged years and years are echoing throughout the room and I wish they could see how colorful it is because of it. The world seems to be cracking at the seams but for some reason it’s not reaching here. I like that and it makes me feel selfish but I’m not ashamed of it. I think we have to be with spaces like this. We keep getting told to burn with it all but why should I when the temperature is just right, right here. Maybe I’ll lay on the tile too
pushed myself out of my comfort zone and did stuff alone tonight. im glad i didn’t miss out on things for fear of being solo. and it opened me up to meet lots of cool people.
Don't get me wrong, theres almost nothing I love more than waking up on a foggy morning. But I watched the fog roll in this evening and I don't think I've watched that in years. I'm enchanted.
