this evening is perfect.

i am sitting at the edge of my home bed and the windows are flung open. the wind blows me kisses over and over and the light finds its way to my skin- through the atmosphere, through the gloomy clouds above and spirals into my room, snuggling up next to the sheets. it disappears fast. and i mourn its going. 

it starts to drizzle; i am bathed in beautiful blue. and the rain calls out for me just next to the window. i can hardly hear the sound of my mother cooking because i am lost in the way the pattering rain blends and mixes in with frank ocean's voice. 

slow evenings are my favorite. where everything is in a calming, soothing blue; where all at one moment, i can find beauty within brick walls and concrete jungles and for once there's no need to be someplace else living some life else. Everything I love in life has gathered and culminated into this. 

i suppose I am very much complete.