Speed bumps in the morning aren't actually a problem.
Something something reassuring in that emblem.
Shades drawn in the bed loft make it the coziest hideout for an overcast midday nap. Respite.
Never imagined I'd live in a treehouse. On a mountain. In a desert. But here I am, and loving every minute of it.
Each time I leave the mountain I'm more certain I want to hurry up and run back to it.
The city offers nothing of real concern.
Just buzz buzz buzz beehive like stress.
Once you escape there's no going back.
Thought about taking a nap in the car this morning, but couldn't.
Once you escape there's no going back.
Hard to decipher priorities when I'm over tired. So it's time to sleep, rest and recover.