You know what’s sad?
That I will never wake up in a quaint cottage
To the smell of brown
You know what smell I’m talking about
The undertone from brown food that’s not really there?
From hot cocoa, from chocolate cake, light brown biscuits?
The smell of brown, the smell of warmth
You know what’s heartbreaking?
That I will not live in a very quiet quaint village
One very close to a mountain
In my cottage where I wake up to the sun streaking through curtains
Curtains with patterns that coordinate but don’t really match
You know what’s gut wrenching?
That I will not walk out onto a cobblestone path every morning
That I will not turn my camera to the mountain
Catch the sunrise still dancing in the air
It’s a shame isn’t it?
To know that there’s no such place for me
No place for me to live slow and love hard
Beautiful
Thank you