"What's a big feat to you?" I interrogated to myself.
Tucked in my fave, warm blanket wounding it from neck covering the head, too, wrapping my toes. It's raining outside, the nature clothing in new smell so do I.
The mild smell of coffee in room, calm music with lights turned off, grabbing a warm cup of hot chocolate to savour my delight.
My ears oblivion to any noise accept the music filling my head, earphone embedded in my ears, my eyes set on the movements of every actor in a mystery, thriller series.
Binge watching series, movies, reading books with no stain of worry in my heart, with no anxiety to grab me in the tangles of other work, no fear to seize my heart for tomorrow.
Just enjoying things being warm in bed like having no tomorrow.
My heart pounced this.
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Drowning on Land
PoetryThe "Drowning on Land" is a collection of poems and quotes expressing little, but vital details we all learn while stepping in for various responsibilities. Its great in expanding the ideal beauty and vivid image of suffering, joy, yearning, courage...
