kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
#i'm still on top of a mountain watching clouds roll through the pine forest#part of my soul is still in the cool basement of my childhood home hiding from the summer heat#part of my soul is still sitting under an ocean pier#part of my soul will always be where all my animal friends are laid to rest
