I feel lovey
I feel lovey and I love feeling lovey.
I love how the feeling of love makes me feel, and I love loving how it feels to love something, I love the love of small things like, I love swimming, I love making memories, I love floating through memories I've made, I love taking pictures, and I love the rustle of branches on light windy days, how the sunlight shatters through passed the leaves to the floor of the tree, the surrounding green, how the spots of leaking light looks like a still disco ball, the soft humped dirt under old trees, and I love how outside is too comfortable, I love that the ability to get lost isn't such a scary thing to experience, I love having an escape, and I love the feeling of wanted loneliness, I love that brief moment of relief when you find something you've been missing.
I love my room, although it's plane, I love the ability to create, I love how fragile everything is no matter how much you take care of it, I love the moon, I love hugs, deep conversations, I love my music taste, open-minded people, seeing people as real as I see myself.
I love my hidden lovable afro I'm too afraid to go out with, I love locs, I love my hair, I love getting my hair done, I love having my nails done, being spoiled like a princess, I love my body through all the abuse I've put it through.
