I find myself here in my apartment. There’s significantly less furniture; I have my nightly cup of tea soured to my liking with lemon. I have my aged sweatshirt on—if you know me, you know what one I’m talking about—, hair up in a messy bun. My mattress is out in the middle of my living room. My bedroom is now free for so many possibilities, but tonight only thoughts invade the intangible space between my ears and confines me to the makeshift desk in the corner.
This is stunningly beautiful! You really are an amazing writer, and I can't wait to read more of your posts in the future!