Today , right now, I am a young woman, in an oversized shirt on my friend's couch, listening to Iron and Wine, reflecting on this moment.
I am just this small soul in this even smaller body,
Trying to appreciate every peaceful breathe between stretches of anxiety.
Trying to enjoy the view of my thick, bare legs,
Firm and strong,
One leg extended,
One foot tucked behind the other calf
And my little pink toes tapping in the air.
Trying to embrace the intricate caves of my mind.
This complex maze of endless perceptions and constant conception.
It's late as I yawn and stretch.
I lay my left arm on the couch, sprinkled with little scars and other imperfections.
And as I'm striving to excavate these caverns And deciding if the left or right will lead me to a dead end,
I'm jotting down the paths of my mental expedition containing beautiful directions to nowhere in particular or externally important.
Because I'm just a young woman, propped up on a sofa,
Tilting her head,
Trying to catch the coal and diamonds that are inside.
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