A Quiet Life - Tumblr Posts

Autumn makes me want to live in a small town with tons of history and character. Leaf-strewn cobblestone streets. Old buildings and homes that range from small cottages to large estates. Maple, oak, and pine trees line the streets and cluster in yards, and when they all turn orange and gold in the fall it’s the most beautiful sight. Small local businesses thrive. It’s walking distance to your favorite coffee shop or diner. There’s an ancient library on the edge of town with the greatest selection of books, comfy armchairs, tables, and big windows to read by. Time moves slower there. Everything is safe.

"I worry sometimes About the ball of pressure that sits center mass in my chest. It humms the tune of electricity, and shakes the same. I worry when it shifts, It feels like a simple rotation could knock me over dead.  I try not to worry.  They say worrying is bad for your health; it’ll eat you whole.  The more I ignore the ball of pressure the denser it becomes, The scarier it is to fall asleep. The less sure I am, I'll wake. I know better than to worry others about the trouble in my ribs. I put it there, they have their own problems to deal with.  Still, when it humms too loud, I can’t help but feel the anxiety nip at my heels. I think I’ll go home for a little while. Maybe I’ll worry less."

-What Makes A Heart? (Where Is Home) Aik.