i am tired. i am mentally ready for reprieve. i am needing a refill of salty air and sand between my toes. easy conversation and lazy mornings in bed, burying myself in warm skin and soft sheets, there are few things better than throwing the hair in my kerchief and heading out for a stroll, coming back with warm cinnamon rolls and stirring hot cocoa over the stove. i am ready and i am pliable and i am open to evolution.
do you know what i mean when i say i am on fire?
tonight i just want wine.
tomorrow i may just ask you for the world.