...coffee stained kitchen platform...milk marked rings...bread crumbs and the used and abused pressure cooker...didn't make me flinch today. I usually am very fussy about the way my kitchen looks at 3 A.M.
Can't believe my peace is linked to inconsequential things like the presence of water puddles on the floor below the washbasin...the musty smell when i leave my room closed the whole day without the windows open...the fact that house-keeping still leaves my silk cushions weirdly placed, awkwardly on my bed and Zingo does his balancing act between them all...and when the wires of the LAN cord, power cord and the speakers decide to fall in love with each other, so much so that they're entangled in one meaningless mass...when the ice cube tray is just so stuck on the floor of my freezer, its a test of muscles and patience...coming back into a dark apartment or waking up when everyone's left...my playlist just doesnt seem right and I dont know what music i'm feelin like tonight...
Today they cant faze me...I'm just at peace...and it feels so good!
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