Take it slowMature

I am tired
of constant colors
of shapes
taking up space-
there are too many things
all the time.
I am grateful
for Sunday mornings,
appreciating my existence
on a couch
soaked in sunbeams.
I am tired,
of having so much to say
but no words to talk.
Of loving so many things,
but not a place to share it.
Of- of myself.
I am happy
to lose myself
to music,
to the sounds created
for a solid moment.
To exist,
in a place
full of life.
I am tired,
always of myself,
but I am in love
with the days
I am meant
to exist

The End

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