✨Note to Self✨
you will feel weightless, and you will cry cause you’re actually happy. cause your dreams are no longer different from your life.
it’s coming.
just hold on, be strong, be yourself.
just believe.
I hope life is kind enough to give me a home with a weeping willow in the yard.
A tree to watch through the seasons, to sit beneath on quiet afternoons, and to grow old alongside.
The most beautiful thing I saw today was a puddle left by last night’s rain, with sunlight sparkling on it like a star but by the time I noticed, it was already gone.
If we were in a wooden cabin at the edge of a frozen land,
while you stared through the window, building the future in silence,I’d reach into a wicker basket and pull out my harmonica,
playing our life’s soundtrack
slow, simple, quiet
as the fire gently burned the past away.