laundry I haven’t touched sits folded at my door
it’s something I’m grateful for
nothing more
walking for hours not realizing my legs are sore
it’s something I’m grateful for
nothing more
music that transports and makes a dance from a chore
it’s something I’m grateful for
nothing more
from recalling dreams and passions mentioned before
it’s something I’m grateful for
nothing more
a comforting presence that brings me back to shore
it’s something I’m grateful for
nothing more
laughter late at night that turns tears into vapour
it’s something I’m grateful for
nothing more
a reason to wake up is a reason and therefore
it’s something I’m grateful for
nothing more
- nads;
nothing more that i could wish for / nothing more that could explain / why i keep waking up again and again
About the Creator
nadviise
nadine, or nad(s) | (she/they) ☕️
uh... this is where you can read more of my stuff. you don't have to though.
here's my carrd⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊
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