"walking down the streets, car passing, people story.
a day continues to be a day and nothing seems important.
walking down the streets, she startled as the car horned for her to leave.
stop, she thought. this life has to.
she was at a point of a new
beginning
without mask, without being superficial.
she wants to feel real,
she wants to feel
her.
that familiar scent of pinewood,
the sunlight that streamed through the white priscilla curtain,
made the southern pine floor glows.
her face was spilled with warmth
she moved on, inhaled and smiled,
feeling the underlying meaning of living a genuine life."
HAP.PAN.STANCE.
noun:
coincidence;
it was just happenstance that i happened to be there | an untoward happenstances for someone
with love,
jess
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