You’re skipping through life, seldom smelling the roses. I beckon you on your knees to live rather than to make a living. Breathe in gorgeous scents of lavender and freedom of a quiet day in the house where only the cat sings her song of beauty, independence and the tea pot whistles a tune of solitude in the crisp air holding the strength of ropes.
Breathe in and out, breathe in and out, and breathe in and out. Please just live for me, don’t make your life hard. I will perform those acts you have committed to memory. Love should be easy, though, in this world we have made it hard and now all you fret about is currency this and currency that. When will this world realize how we are treating our generations?