For maki ✌
how can one person be such a huge source of entertainment…to themselves?!
Sunday mornings
I love sunday mornings.The way you the sun seeps in and opens your eyes. You lift your head drowsily and stretch your hands out across the white sheets. You pull the edges closer and cuddle yourself up a little. Then you lift your head once again and push yourself up. Then you turn onto your back and put your other hand down behind you. Rubbing your eye and running your fingers through your hair, you look around the room. You crane your neck to get a glimpse out the window. And you finally see it. Well no, you hear it first. You hear the crashing, the echoing. You taste the salty air. You stretch you hand and feel the sunlight on your fingers. And then you see it. Through the palm trees and the blinding sun beams, you see it. The blue waves, bubbly and white as they crash onto the soft, golden shores of your favourite place in the world. You see light shimmer on the rising swells. You see the clouds over the ocean and the sun high in the sky. Along with all this is a feeling of euphoric eunoia. All is well, all is right.
Ever feel like you can’t breathe? you try and try but after a point you just don’t want to anymore. Its just not worth it anymore. You want to give up. On yourself, on everyone around you. You just try to get as much air in as you can but you can’t. It hurts to breath and it hurts not to and you can’t move but you want to. I don’t know what to do about these feelings but I can’t stop feeling them and I don’t think I ever will.
