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Groovy baby

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I like to think that we're all aliens having some crazy acid trip that's meant to help us grow and learn but some days, we have a bad trip and in those days, we need to remember that we're not gonna be here forever and this moment is gonna pass. We're are here to learn and experience and that time of worry is just another obstacle. Don't let it get to you! Peace and love to my fellow brothers and sisters sharing this experience as one consciousness, reflected back to each other. I am you and you are me, just trying to make it through out there! And don't let these ideologies and labels get the best of you. There is no race, no sexuality, no religion, these are meant to divide us further and further. Enjoy the ride.

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Zodiac incense sticks.

I feel unsteady, like my mind.

Rosé wine is sweet with such a pretty color. Every night there's a glass of it on the table accompanying me while I'm taking a bath. I've definitely got everything I need at night. Jeff Buckley's voice soothes me deeply, helping me to relax my body in the warm water. As a matter of fact, when I'm at this time of the day I don't think of anything at all, really. So even now I close my eyes and start dreaming.

My baby boy has come to me, opening up to me and confessing every single problem he has to me.

I'm waiting for him with my arms wide open. He lays his head on my breast and starts silently whimpering.

I just love it when he cries in my arms. I love it when he is vulnerable in front of my eyes, in my presence. Because, it's me he seeks help from. And I am always here to give it to him. What can a woman do when her man comes back home destryoed from the army?

I don't cook for him. In truth, I don't even know how to properly cook. That's a long story for another day.

Without him having gotten in our neighborhood, I just feel his presence. I immediately get out of the hosue and wait for him at my frontyard. I look at his car from afar. I listen to the sound of his car and just that brings shivers to the back of my neck. He sees me waiting for him and impatiently speeds up his pace.

Oh, how much he has changed.

He stops his car in front of me and rapidly gets out of the car. He comes up to me and looks down at me. I study his face and his body. I inhale his musty, masculine perfume. What a bliss that brings into my belly. I instantly got the heebie jeebies.

Looking up at him I notice that he's got tears in his eyes. All my nervousness disappears and I wrap my hands around his body.

I could never get tried of his affection. Or of his beautiful voice. Or of his body. Of anything really.

This is never over.

Thank you for reading this. I'm really grateful of my inspiration that always comes from Jeff Buckley, Jim Morrison, Nirvana or Aerosmith. It is really hard to write sometimes because I've had too many ideas lately and I didn't really have the guts to organze them. But, I tried nonetheless.

hope you enjoyed this!!!!

K.M.