the days pass by.
the extraordinary is getting normal.
life is easy. life is as it is supposed to be.
I find rest in the calmth of the waves, the wind in my hair.
passing streets as if I’ve always lived here.
I don’t have to run, I can take my time.
I doesn’t have to be perfect as long as you think it is enough.
It was worth the wait.
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