I’m getting a tad bit tired of flitting about. I’d love to create an atmosphere in my bedroom where soft/reflective music would play as I huddle in a ball amongst many soft blankets and pillows and just watch the rain land ever so steadily on the patio causing minuscule droplets to reflect off the ground onto the window.

Another thing, I seriously miss my water bottle. I feel like part of me is just missing. And a real piano is what I crave for – not a keyboard. Once you’ve been given the best things you crave for nothing less. But sometimes you have to settle for the latter.

Sometimes we love people so much,
we have to be numb to it.

If we actually felt how much,
it would kill us.

That doesn’t make you a bad person.
It means your heart’s too big.