Less ambience, more minimal sounds. Inspired by the ones we hear almost every day, like the tapping on the computer’s keyboard; and some ear brushing that can take your mind to the sound of sea waves, or maybe the wind?
Take the stairs up, and your thighs burn. Grasp the wind hitting your face, don’t complain. You’ve got time; to make amends, to start again, to change or stay the same. It’s up to you, not up to them.
Want to cross but want it to stop, keep moving ahead.
Think your words and maybe you’ll hear yourself. It’s not what you think, it’s what you choose to say.
Sheepish smiles, unapproved red cheeks at first glance of spirit. Maybe your body speaks, you just won’t listen to it.
Such innocence might be your best bet for honesty and transparency.
Recycle meaning or you might end up with a head full of theories.
The more you learn, the less you’ll know; I wasn’t sure if that was true but now I know. I’ll stick to my theme and let it guide me from here.
But tomorrow, who knows.
Writing at best to fill up some space in the canvas in my head, so white sometimes it stings to not paint it full to life.
If they’re wrong I’ll prove them right, no problem with being nice about that. I’m a sore loser and I’ll be mad if I’m the one that’s got it bad.
Surely nothing wrong with that, I admit that from the start; only way to get it right is to fail a thousand times. And ‘right’ I don’t know if it even counts for anything at all.
no sense, no sense, nonsense.
don’t read for plot, read for moments here
ASMR for the soul 