Returning Home.

Life is too cluttered with this and that. Spur of the moment, I just decided to post what I love to do or what I love in life. Hold on because here I go:

I love sitting in the grass during a rain storm. I love running into a pitch black field. I love holding my dog close. I love riding my bike in a new city. I love meeting new people. I love seeing what makes people happy. I love remembering special events. I love letting go and just soaking it all in. I love writing peculiar stories. I love driving around aimlessly at 4 in the morning. I love sleeping in odd places. I love climbing trees. I love eating at places I’ve heard about. I love saving money on things I never thought I could save money on. I love to crawl into a warm bed. I love to look into a beautiful girls eyes. I love to paint. I love to adventure in places I am not supposed to. I love to take photographs. I love to find simple things and rejoice in them. I love to lay on roofs. I love to make babies laugh. I love to hold hands. I love to sleep in. I love to make music with my hands. I love to smile. I love to help out those who need help. I love to kick off my shoes. I love to dance and get weird. I love porches. I love sunrises more so than sunsets. I love to travel. I love to preserve a lost art. I love to listen to other folk’s thoughts. I love beer. I love well-fitting shirts. I love stretchy jeans. I love odd paintings. I love black and white photos. I love to speak truth. I love to hug people. I love to be hugged. I love my family. I love visiting friends. I love to write letters. I love to write love letters. I love to sleep on couches. I love to have photos taken of me as I ride. I love to work hard for things I want. I love to offer perspective. I love to eat pizza rolls. I love to eat pizza. I love to high-five. I love to hear secrets. I love to have my ears whispered into. I love to kiss soft lips. I love to get tattooed. I love to feel the breeze drift by my nostrils. I love apple pie. I love to wear fingerless gloves. I love to pee in the shower. I love to think it is incredibly gross to pee in the shower, but still do it from time to time anyways. I love to put on new socks. I love to sleep under the stars. I love to swim. I love to buy weird paintings. I love to watch my friends progress. I love to own cool movies. I love to buy weird picture frames. I love Uncle Douglas. I love to hear the sound of birds chirping in the morning. I love an honest days labor. I love to cuddle. I love to impact others. I love monkeys. I love wolves. I love simplicity. I love to think too much. I love to not think enough. I love to develop film. I love to grow beards. I love to wear mustaches. I love to laugh. I love coffee. I love snow forts. I love leaf piles. I love imagining things. I love to dream. I love sleeping with the fan on. I love massages. I love boxer briefs. I love sleeping bags. I love fake mustaches. I love the ocean. I love the ocean at night. I love camping.

To be continued…

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