As I sit here trying to make sense of another day’s dawn I consume a commercialized caffeinated concoction of my favorite French roast and dream…
My ideal home looks like a fantasy that won’t come true, existing only in my imagination. A mansion it’s not, no 18 rooms with 24 bathrooms, no gold plated bannisters, no waiters on staff wanting to ensure everything is within reach. No, that is not my idea of an ideal home. Not in this stage of life.
My ideal home would look peaceful, a place where beauty could shine from far away, a place big enough for everyone to be comfortable and enjoy life without the hassle of greedy individuals imposing rules to live by. A false impersonation of this ideal home is already on display for all to see but is slowly burning down.
After going outside and having a smoke I added this next video because it sounded right to me, enjoy.
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