The mood… it just IS.
The AC caresses, cools, my soft skin.
My carpet beckons the company of my pretty brown feet.
And the couch is my silent partner, and remains my biggest supporter.
Birds are chirping, a futile attempt to black hole my space.
While the walls of my living room struggle
To ear hustle on my thoughts and gossip about my peace.
All spirits that lived here before me.
Tiptoe around me
“Shhhh” let her rest.”
Breathing is balanced.
As I sit content,
And face to face
With the essence of my own presence.
It’s just me and my lonely.