in between

I am slowly starting to realize I become one with my surroundings.. as us all. It Is a full immersive experience and if I am surrounded by low quality food and not such momentous conversation in such a way where i am not moved in perspective of another I nest stagnant or in this lack of moving free motion.

I yearn moving motion, even if we are still, even if we are in calm conversation. If ones universe wonders and yearns to stroke a ripple of some sort, then we can converge and move through any rhythm. I have gotten swarmed and accidentally bathed in many young active mens orbit and mistakenly allowed their swift strumming to pull me fourth in a portal far from within and through an illusory fantasy of their own. Yet a curious expansive seeker like I got stringed as a doll, yes learned lot through a stolen heart of one. A beautiful artist, a sensual seer of nature, and this expanse can trickle through me and caress me. Yet... I must not be pulled too far, as everything I do yearn for is within and the true is nearly beside me lightly.. as we exist freely sharing an experience of our own.

and my sense of freedom looks a lot different than others

ones freedom can be my escapism, and that is what it became

ones freedom becomes my body reacting as a repellant

ones freedom can be mine

yet there is a space in between

and through gentle seeing of our own we can enter this freedom together,

respectively.

I came to this cafe to work and free smores woohoo

settling in

cats make the most sense