cagejam (cagejam) wrote,

Some days it feels like nothing could satiate me. A general discomfort, disinterest, and disregard.

And other days it takes nothing. Existence alone is my fulfillment. And being able to smoke a joint on top of just exist? To make s’mores or soup whenever i want? To sleep or to not. To listen to music and dance! Or reflect amongst myself. It’s almost too much. It’s perfect.

More of these days have come my way.

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