An interesting thought.
I’m content in my body n that’s cool cause like… I was a boy once
I am rambling because one must ramble as a writer.
Cooking is a delight, I do it with love.
I miss the summertime when I fell in love, although I never fell out it was a beautiful time.
The never-ending sunshine I had the tan of a goddess, bikini on constantly.
Now it rains and seemingly only rains, it will pass.
I do a lot of art to keep my mind preoccupied by this weather prison.
What am I even rambling about and why are you reading this?