I always like laying on the floor either it being outside on the grass or inside on either hardwood flooring or carpet. But I feel like I do that too often now. Ever since I decided it was a good idea to just torture myself with more education, the floor and I have been meeting quiet frequently. Omg bed if your reading I'm promise I'm not cheating on you. Love you bed always will. But like the floor and I have a connection. We just fit for crying or maybe just daydreaming. And if we've been meeting often to stare at the ceiling maybe it's time to just debate life decisions. But here's the actual topic question that is the title of the chapter.
Have you ever laid down on the floor and felt so peaceful like the world and time just stopped?
As if you were in a trance but yet you were only daydreaming.
YOU ARE READING
Head Empty, nah Soul Empty....
HumorI'm legit just gonna post what I want here. Either it being what I do with my life or short questions that I have racking my brain. To memes or stupid jokes that appear in my head.
