You look at the calender, and drag yourself out of bed tired wanting
To just stay there a little more
The rain tapping against the car roof,
You in your room lights dim dancing
To the soul relaxer Music,
The quite ride on a bus and you think
How you can just sit and people watch
all day,
The smell of coffee & tea shops,
Smell of pastries and baked bread in the oven,
The clouds white and the weather gloomy, but not sad
A comfort type of gloomyness that makes you smile,
A book by the corner you reading, no disturbing
The sound of babbling creaks,
Finding new hobbies,
no one to drain your energy on useless things and people who don't deserve you, the garden and you humming
Along with the birds in the warm,
Fresh air morning,
All this is for me is calm for me,
But I get tiredness in return, same routine work stands in the way.
-ashespoetry
