Non-Existence of Cares

Here's a little ditty I wrote the other night
sitting on a log over a creek in the middle of nowhere.

Non-existence of Cares

the sound of running water
the sound of genuine laughter
the assortment of candles in the dark because we have a fire ban
the beers chilling in the river
the non-existence of any care in the world


falling asleep to the sound of rain on the tent
letting go of everything
breathe in the love
breathe out everything that doesn't serve me



i am eternally grateful