History tends to repeat it itself. Angels and Demons, included.
Feet don’t fail me now, take me to the finish line.
A soft breeze
As I stepped out of my car, the sun instantly beamed on my face and into my soul,
It was 50’s, sunny, with no clouds in sight,
And it’s been cloudy and dark for some time,
With the sun came a wave of nostalgia,
Past moments in time that seemed small,
But now seem to big,
Of summer breezes, icy freezes,
And everything carefree.
Sometimes you have really quiet moments, where you can’t quite explain the feeling you have, it’s almost as if time stops itself and you just bask in the moment - right then and there. The clocks have stopped ticking and you’re standing there, hanging over the rail of a porch, freely dangling. It’s like being a child in a white dress, everything is pure and simple, innocent. The sun is beaming down on me, while my hair dances with the soft breeze. There’s no noise. Only the sound of my movements. A soft kiss on the lips. These moments happen rarely, but when they do, it’s almost a reset on your soul. Today, it only happened for a few minutes, and I wish it could’ve lasted longer, but maybe that’s the point. If they happened all the time, those moments wouldn’t feel so rare and unseen.
Today, I experienced a soft breeze.
Currently sub-writing about thumbs down people. I think I’ll get pretty and then get drunk. Laterz Tumblr.
Tumblr <3 has a cute heart next to it. Awwwwwww