THURSDAY, March 6 1:04 PMThis morning was non-stop. Running ..
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This morning was non-stop. Running all over town, checking things off my to-do list, being the ✨responsible✨ version of myself. Cute, but exhausting. By the time I got home, my feet were screaming for mercy, my bag felt like I was carrying bricks, and all I wanted was to slip into something way more comfortable.
So, obviously, that’s exactly what I did.
Now, I’m sprawled out on my bed, wearing my softest little set (because why not romanticize life?), candles lit, laptop open, ready to finally breathe—and, more importantly, write. My brain has been buzzing with lyrics all day, little phrases dancing in my head between errands, teasing me like a lover’s whisper. And now, it’s time to let them spill.
I tap my pen against my lips, playing with words, teasing out a melody in my head. Something sultry, something playful—just like the way the late afternoon light kisses my skin. The inspiration is there, stretching its arms, waking up. I hum a few lines, scribble them down, cross one out, add another.
Music is such a flirt, isn’t it? It plays hard to get, but when it finally gives in, ohhh, it’s magic. And I have a feeling today, the words and I are about to have a lot of fun together.
