I used to dream about a nice bungalow. It was always more about having one floor, as much open space as possible, a little terrace or veranda, a hammock on the porch. Perhaps somewhere far away from other people, with bushes here and there, maybe willow tree. To sum it up, it was really about peace 🙂 x
I hear you. That dream sounds divine - my kind of scene completely.
I’ve lived in flats for the last 13 years, so I’m so used to living on one floor, that I’d much rather a bungalow, than a house - if I could ever afford one 🙂 x
Let’s unpack this.
We’re more divided than ever, yep. Police brutality, honestly lost for words.
Yes, empath burns on his sofa.
The romance of being a poet for you, and I’d like to think for me too. Why not.
“’tis a warm hiking scene” - tis is.
“that sorry-looking bungalow
facing the trees for me please” - or for me:)
Lovely entry M.🙂x
I hear you.
He burns everyday.
I like that you’re down with the romance of it too.
‘twas indeed.
Are you also a fan of bungalows?
Thank you, M - and I’m very glad that you think so 🙂 x
I used to dream about a nice bungalow. It was always more about having one floor, as much open space as possible, a little terrace or veranda, a hammock on the porch. Perhaps somewhere far away from other people, with bushes here and there, maybe willow tree. To sum it up, it was really about peace 🙂 x
I hear you. That dream sounds divine - my kind of scene completely.
I’ve lived in flats for the last 13 years, so I’m so used to living on one floor, that I’d much rather a bungalow, than a house - if I could ever afford one 🙂 x
Poetic dreamland, no one can stop us 🙂 x
They can’t take what’s in my head - not yet anyway haha 🙂 x
Very interesting. Your cadence is lovely.
Thank you very much 😊