Sharpies in all colors of the rainbow.
A cold, bubbly soda to sip at through the hours.
Inside jokes between friends.
Thoughtless doodles of lines forming an intricate design.
Knowing that you can do something.
Making a fool of yourself.
Pleasant silence between friends-that-are-siblings.
Understanding the joke.
The pounding of shower water against your back.
Vibrations from the speakers playing music way too loudly.
Straight-edge punk.
Trusting in others.
Fog, low to the ground.
Really bad horror movies.
Realizing you were just smiling unconsciously.
The Kitten Treatment.
A work of art with emotional value.
Goosebumps when you hear an inspirational song.
Early morning meditation.
Feeling at peace with the world.
The fleeting joy of reading a fanfiction.
Sharing a viewpoint.
Standing at the top of a mountain, alone.
Assigning theme songs.
Rhyming and reasoning.
Rhythm and syncopation.
The urge to dance.
Laughing with others.
Reading of love.
...These are a few of my favorite things,
like warm summer-winters
and green-kissed life springs.
Like seeing yourself
scattered love-letter flings,
or awe in the fearsome
war nature's love brings.
As wedding bells toll
so Seraph ere sings,
as surely light spreads
so birds take to their wings.
And lost evermore in these words shall I be,
but simple pleasures return and set our souls free.
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