It’s nice outside sitting in the sunlight.
Makes me remember to feel. Not like how I feel tired, grumpy, possibly hungry. Anyone can do that. I mean, really feel.
Like the way colors touch me when they’re nice and bright or even subtle. Like when I take that first sip of almond milk caramel latte which I treat myself when even my soul starts feeling tired; that sip makes me feel a little bit more alive. Like when I take a walk in the park alone with my headphones in my ears, what it does to me when I see children laughing, flowers blooming all to my special beats.
It’s nice to finally feel.