I love waking up from my sleep when it's still dark outside. I hear nothing but light buzzing coming from the air conditioning . Knowing that the whole tired neighbourhood's asleep . What I do without fail , which has become quite a ritual is I'll grab my ipod on my right . Still half asleep I'll listen to fleet foxes//blue ridge mountains . All my doubts are kept away and it feels like everything's fine . One of the little things in life that reminds me how bless I am to be alive .
In the quivering forest ,
where the shivering dog rests ,
our good grandfather
built a wooden nest ,
& the river got frozen
& the home got snowed in ,
& a yellow moon glowed bright
till the morning light .
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