I want to live simply.

I want to stand beneath the crying sky and soak myself in its tears and understand it’s pains, and realise that it’s okay to let it all out sometimes.

I want to live simply.

I want to wander in little independent coffee shops and book stores isolated in small lanes and feel the extraordinary magic of the ordinary and be overwhelmed. I dont want to go some place posh and grand, I just want to get lost in my own town and rediscover it.

I want to live simply.

I don’t want to eat those fancy expensive dishes with pretty French names in a 5 star restaurant. I’d rather be sitting on bed while my mother cooks a homemade meal for me which I can enjoy comfortably within the four walls of my house.

I want to live simply.

I want to draw and sing…