{"sf1_id":1218545,"sf2_id":"Rm0R6lz1","title":"Night thoughts - 3. - Because why not","author":"Jiblits","words":354,"posted_at":"2017-07-27T03:56:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Short Story","slice of life","thought"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1218545-night-thoughts-3-because-why-not","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0R6lz1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9b/e5/9be55f38-5701-4494-81a6-cb92ad4ebc39","description":"","content":"Night thoughts - 3.- Because why not\n\nAmid the flowers, I've spent many hours\n\nSitting in peace, watching the world turn\u0026nbsp;\n\nListening twice as much as I talk, there is so much still to learn\n\nAgainst the breeze, I lay back in ease, always thinking about sweeter things than the tea I'm drinking\n\nThe clouds seem to shape to the memories I forgot I once had\n\nEver a surprise, I wait with eager eyes, for each to become what it wants for amoment\n\nEvery time, no two truly alike, I sit \u0026 stare without a care, finding more reasons to be glad\n\nI think back at each one, though memory seems to make different each thought, all the same, to me, it's worthwhile time spent\u0026nbsp;\n\nSlowing steady into closing eyes, the warm day among some shading calls my name\n\nI agree to the area beneath the willow trees free, with space to spare, I let time take all the blame\n\nAmong my thoughts, the sky seems to lift me into the heavens above\n\nTo great those I know, \u0026 meet new faces among the ones I love\n\nAs we talk \u0026 explore our lives from a distance\n\nI'm shown everything I know, \u0026 what would have been, with a different chance\n\nAll is seemingly understood\n\nHow things did go, \u0026 how till now, I've done good\n\nAs all is coming to an end on my visit\n\nI feel a bit sad for knowing I must go, though, I have to admit\n\nThe simple things I still enjoy ache more than anything\n\nI see the light change once again, \u0026 wake to a setting sun, pausing for a moment, it seems almost idling \u0026nbsp;\n\nFor the sliver left, I make my way home with a stretch before I again begin\n\nWithout doubt, I didn't do much, other than get carried away...\n\nLetting out all my worry, \u0026 only taking distractions in\n\nA good day...\n\n---Thanks for reading---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ---Always---\n\nWritten listening to: \"All my days -by- Alexi Murdoch\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1217837-night-thoughts-2-because-why-not.json"}