20/30. another creative dream.

our life could be so simple and crazy dope. simple like we fall into a daily routine of walking the dog(s) and playing old school music real loud with candles lit every single night we are able to, and we curl up together and read our own books, but randomly read each other the parts we love the most or question or need each other to hear, then fall into deep discussion or silly laughter or passionate kisses that turn into flames bursting from our pores. It could be that simple and crazy dope like, hopping on and off flights, holding hands and blowing kisses with encouraging nods from backstage in between the speeches or shows, taking photos and instagram posting so everybody knows. facetime screen blowing up from the glows. hitting a mean two step every place we go, from Atlanta to Cairo, yeah making it crazy dope.

and then…

with my lipstick staining your cheeks, we silently retreat to simple. to my head on your chest, reading a passage from the bible and sharing a mug of green tea with the dogs at our feet.  yeah. I believe this could be.

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