The Happy Hobo.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011


I love the feeling of a soft cloth rubbing onto my skin, moreso curling under the sheets a on a chilly morning. I love the feeling when waves splash on my feet, while my toes play with the coarse sand; playing with my senses under the bright skies. Stargazing and moonspotting and waves crashing. I love drifting the highway with my windows down and rest my hands where the wind can go down gushing on me. I like the feeling of being alive and moreso that feeling, when you're happiest just because. ♥

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