I tire from the hard days.
I am still in the moments in between.

I feel a sense of release when the wind blows.
It feels cold and soft as it touches my neck.
The sound of beautifully combined notes plays in my ears.
And I am able to feel the world I'm living in.

The day ends, and I put things away.
I wash some clothes,
I take a shower,
I prepare my things for the next day.
I lay down to sleep.

I wake up,
I go to work,
I go to school,
and I go home.
And it repeats.

If only I could repeat it
With you.