I have never seen such a blue sky
on the rooftop after a long shower outside
Drinking hot chamomile tea
I am happy
In a new top
the color of the trees that surround the cottage
I pity any being who isn't me at this very moment
Though hold on...
My chamomile tea has been polluted
with vinegar
I try to accept the new taste
find pleasure in it
but the vinegar comes back to snap the back of my tongue
This moment has been altered
and the neighbors don't know how to use their quiet voices
my phone is dying
and I spent the majority of my time up here trying to get the perfect picture for Instagram
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
I have never seen such a blue sky
on the rooftop after a long shower outside
Drinking hot chamomile tea
I am happy
In a new top
the color of the trees that surround the cottage
I pity any being who isn't me at this very moment
Though hold on...
My chamomile tea has been polluted
with vinegar
I try to accept the new taste
find pleasure in it
but the vinegar comes back to snap the back of my tongue
This moment has been altered
and the neighbors don't know how to use their quiet voices
my phone is dying
and I spent the majority of my time up here trying to get the perfect picture for Instagram
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