Work for love pt.2

Second note.

Imagine, feet shuffle across the floor, it's marble tiles.
You shuffle becuase it's water all over and you're wearing Vans.
Your washing floors thinking about the beach, when your feet skipped on sand that felt like a wet yoga mat.
The sunshine giving you the energy you needed to smile to anyone who looked your way.

Happiness is a state of mind, someone probably said, and it is somewhat true, although really fucking hard to convince on self when not really in that happy place.
Her favorite food is butter. Magic is real, that was my mind telling me jackpot, found something worth persuing.

You can't afford butter, but you shuffle one step closer to it, eating whatever they give you and stealing the rest, borrowing is for people with the means to give back.

One step at the time.