holding hands


home is when he held me in his arms
we sat together in the grass
and gazed up at the stars

home is when we sat at the same table
we chattered and made jokes
and laughed like there was no tomorrow

home is when i stayed by my lonesome
at my corner of the small library
with a small mountain of books to keep me company

home is when we laugh
at inside jokes that nobody understands
enclosed in our own little bubble


hello, y’all.

it’s been fast, hasn’t it? june is almost over now. soon enough, we’ll be looking back at july, then august. and looking towards september and…school.

but i’m pretty excited for school. summer’s a little…dare i say, boring right now. there, i said it. i can’t even count the number of books i’ve read so far this holiday (actually, i probably could. i just didn’t bother to HA)  non-HD movies from the internet? check. weekly trips to the library? check. extra music assignments? check.

well then. i’ll stop my complaining there. hope y’all enjoyed this:)








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