it all boils down to my little pockets of peace

i watched my son as he rocked his drumset on stage, like a true rockstar.
i went on a date with my husband.
i watched him as his heart smiled, watched how his face left him free of worry.
i watched the sunshine beat down on our city after a crazy monsoon.
i put my feet up on the dashboard as we drove home.
i let my hands out the window and tried to catch the wind as it blew through my fingers.
i drank wine on the floor of my living room 
with my favourite aunt, her nephew and my husband. 
i drank till my lips were stained red.
i was happy.
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