#breadandsouptag

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

i think perhaps life is about trying to experience every little thing and then grasping at each memory whenever you try to share it with someone.

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

on angry days we classify red as wrath. a sharp cutting color of blood and fire.

those same evenings we define red as lust and desire. nothing can stop this sensuality and the exciting shame this sin fills us with.

then, once we've fought and fucked and stopped for a little bit, the quiet nights remind us that red is love. it's desire and it's such a human color.

i mean, how can the redness that inhabits our veins not be every feeling at once?

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

song lyrics on the idea of home (losing it and finding it)

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

i don't know what i want from this life but oftentimes i remember that i do have it.

i can see and breath and smell and touch and think and experience things.

i have consciousness and perception and the desire to expand my perception as far as i can. what else could the meaning of life be?

how could the meaning of life be anything but simply experiencing and know all we can? it's why we do everything isnt it?

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

i cant imagine a life without you now that we're together and yet i already miss you.

just know that i'm grateful for the new life you've brought me. for teaching me how to love. i'll be grateful for that no matter what.

i love you <3

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

i find it really funny that lovers are considered fools until they find someone that loves them back. then we are envied.

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

maybe it's hard to see the glass half full

maybe it's hard to appreciate everything all the time

maybe it's hard to see the bright side of things

maybe it's worth it to just try.

[thedaysbreadandsoup]

breath in these moments, appreciate them, live them, then smile knowing they'll be there every day of your life.

there is something so alluring in the silence of an early morning. that slow, magical time before the first kettle is brewed and the fog of sleep reveals the rising sun.