The feeling of…
It’s as if you feel the warmth breezing through the air the morning after a monsoon.
To see clear roads, dry leaves
and to smell the smell of grass.
And to breathe, and to not simply exist
But to partake in living
And to laugh, and smile and to just feel even the smallest bits of content.
And for once in a long long while, to feel greedy about something.
To want to experience things even with bathed breaths.
To want to shout and be angry at the world for everything that’s defined you.
It’s those mornings that make me think…
Maybe not today.
And maybe.. the reality of it is that life isn’t okay, and we’re always free to choose to end it — but there will be moments that define what it means to be a dreamer.
So yes,
Maybe not today.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC
The feeling of…
It’s as if you feel the warmth breezing through the air the morning after a monsoon.
To see clear roads, dry leaves
and to smell the smell of grass.
And to breathe, and to not simply exist
But to partake in living
And to laugh, and smile and to just feel even the smallest bits of content.
And for once in a long long while, to feel greedy about something.
To want to experience things even with bathed breaths.
To want to shout and be angry at the world for everything that’s defined you.
It’s those mornings that make me think…
Maybe not today.
And maybe.. the reality of it is that life isn’t okay, and we’re always free to choose to end it — but there will be moments that define what it means to be a dreamer.
So yes,
Maybe not today.
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