Halcion
Indoctrination. Lazy brushes of wheat gently brushing onto each other into a faint rhythm; within it, you can hear Mother Nature hushing you into a daydream. Shhhh.
Indoctrination. Lazy brushes of wheat gently brushing onto each other into a faint rhythm; within it, you can hear Mother Nature hushing you into a daydream. Shhhh.
Don’t worry, you’ll get to know me better with particular interest.
When I’m not spiritually, physically and/or socially alive, that is.
Sometimes waking up becomes the hardest thing to do.
The subtle smell of musk and coffee, with a hint of lavender and thyme.
Could this be the scent of love in the air?