I'm afraid.
Afraid that I will lose this one split second of perfection.
I had dressed up for myself this morning just so that I can feel pretty today then I went and made my 5th cup of coffee for the day and it's only 11am.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
I dance to the music blasting from the record player and it fills the house as I cook a meal that I'm most likely not even going to eat.
Just for the fun of it I guess. Though all of this is not what made it perfect.
It was the fact that I was alone and I finally felt free.
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PuisiA mix of poetry, short stories and things that actually happened that I hope will make some people experience things that they normally would not. I want to make people see the world how I see it. Where colour is sound and a painting becomes life.
