I unravelled my thoughts on a public page.
I type this, sitting in my living room,
thousands of miles from where I was born,
in the middle of a work day,
avoiding responsibilities.
I suppose not much has changed.
And yet
There's a dreaming dog at my feet.
The table is decorated with dried flowers,
and under it, a tablecloth I spent too much on.
A tablecloth we spent too much on.
Happiness in the mundane -- is this what that is?
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 10:16 AM UTC
I unravelled my thoughts on a public page.
I type this, sitting in my living room,
thousands of miles from where I was born,
in the middle of a work day,
avoiding responsibilities.
I suppose not much has changed.
And yet
There's a dreaming dog at my feet.
The table is decorated with dried flowers,
and under it, a tablecloth I spent too much on.
A tablecloth we spent too much on.
Happiness in the mundane -- is this what that is?
I wonder, are some of you still on here?
please say hello, if so.
