Sometimes.

Sometimes, like this time...
I love the solitude of my room
coupled with the perfect soothing music
breezy weather
a calming hope exudes.

And for a moment,
imperfections are no longer important
it seems for the 1st time I could see as clearly as ever
b4 I get all lost in my directions.

I love my room
sometimes,
just sometimes...

For now,
I want no one to intrude my space
as I basked in the bliss from within =)