What do I live for?
I live for the first bud of spring, summer seas, the autumnal breeze, a warm drink in the midst of winter;
I live for a laugh, a smile, that single wisp of golden glowing by the edge of the heavens at sunset;
I live for the taste of home, the smell of spices, the sound of sizzling oil, the sight of a plate made for me;
I live for my dreams, and memes, and half-forgotten streams in the woods near grandma's house;
I live for the books not yet read, movies unwatched, every note in that concerto I simply need to hear;
I live for my heart, my soul, my existence on this earth; I live for my yesterday, my tomorrow, my today.
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i tried: poems from a lost soul
PoetryA collection of sophisticated word vomit I puked up when I got bored. Updates whenever. Chapters ordered chronologically by date penned.
