Moments I felt alive

Solitude

With every piece I put in place and every thought I go through, I shuffle through my captive bubble I would gladly call home,

I light a candle

I watch the candle

I smell the scent flowing in the air, drawing a way to my senses and dismissing every loud thought on my squirming mind.

The squirming stops.

I feel the invisible tight rope around my head loosening and I breathe in the scent.

I hear music with a rhythm I know by heart. I hear the melody filling the air, gently covering my surroundings with tenderness and comfort..

I touch the candle for less than a thin second,
As if wanting to thank the small thing creating my comfort right at the moment.

My eyes catch the mirror infront of me and I smile.

I touch my fringe, then my lifted up hair..
I look good,

pink lip gloss. I feel good.

I take a few steps, swaying to the rhythm of my dear Armstrong.

God bless Armstrong

God bless Jazz

I twirl around seeing my floral skirt ruffle

I fall on my soft pink sofa.

I stare at my ceiling, hearing my music, staying in my home and staying by myself

I sigh

I feel a luster in the bottom of my soul and a glow in my aura,
I feel alive..