I wish it was all
as good as
cinnamon in coffee
foggy mornings on the coast
apple cake with not too much frosting
A flaky croissant
my favourite song on vinyl
A plant growing new buds in winter
Rainy days when there’s no where to go
But it not
And that’s alright
I’ll just take the good whenever I might
About the Creator
AJ
Because locking myself in a dimly lit house on the seaside and feverishly pouring my soul out on a typewriter is not available to me right now
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