Love coffee even on a hot summer day. Love being lost in the street's of Broadway ( meanwhile I'm running to catch my bus as I hold my coffee cup steady so it wouldn't spill). Love the cool breeze that touches my face and makes my eyes squint, the feeling you get when you look through an old photo album.
Loved art but can't remember the last time I even drew in my art book.
Look beyond, make the most of today; Don't let each day be the same, be practiced or scripted, go head and make mistakes.
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