An ideal day would be one
when I remained true to myself and moved closer to becoming the person I aspire to be.
when I was able to connect to someone and was genuinely interested in what they had to say
And it would always be a summer day, suspended in timeless radiance—no beginning, no end. Just the feeling of endless warmth and light, a moment stretched into infinity.
Here, in this eternal instant, warmth becomes more than temperature—it is a sensation that permeates skin, memory, and imagination.
No clock measures these moments. No shadow hints at morning or evening. There is only this: pure, uninterrupted radiance. A day that is not a day, but a feeling—boundless, perfect, suspended between breath and memory, where time loses all meaning and only sensation remains.
On a perfect day at the perfect time, when those beautiful colors combine, I’ll be wide awake, I’ll be living free cause that perfect feeling is inside of me
Stories from A Closet of Errors 