“ A writer is the sum of their experiences. Go get some ”

On a sunny day i tilt my head back and laugh one of those belly aching laughs walking side by side down a winding road with my best friend. In this moment in time life is perfect the air smells like flowers blooming, rebellious hearts and endless euphoria. If i could bottle it up and get drunk off every sip that would be sweet. Because these days r rare as a unicorns ass.