It just sneaks into my life unnoticed.
It feels like an old t-shirt that I keep wearing and suddenly panic when it goes missing or I cannot find it.
It feels like that blanket that I keep snuggling into, the one that has frayed edges, an odd stain but a fragrance of familiarity.
It has hope written all over it. It doesn't look fancy and fabulous yet it is fancy and fabulous.
It feels like the smell of an old book or a melody that is dripping with nostalgia.
It feels like the wind in my hair and the smile on my lips.
Old photographs - definitely feel like home!
It feels like that blanket that I keep snuggling into, the one that has frayed edges, an odd stain but a fragrance of familiarity.
It has hope written all over it. It doesn't look fancy and fabulous yet it is fancy and fabulous.
It feels like the smell of an old book or a melody that is dripping with nostalgia.
It feels like the wind in my hair and the smile on my lips.
Old photographs - definitely feel like home!
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