good days ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊

my favorite days are the ones where my skin feels the kisses of the sun,

the delicate hands of the wind; the clouds smile at me, I hear joyous laughter all around.

my favorite days are the ones where I am in the company of my friends,

hear their thoughtless banter; I soak in all of their energies, one of my safe spaces.

my favorite days are the ones when my mom and I take car rides,

the music being upstaged by our loud singing, the sunroof giving the wind permission to run their hands through our hair;

making up stories with my mom about the people we see walking past, dos locas.

my favorite days are the ones where I wash my hair and twirl my fingers around my curls,

seeing my healthy fro, the hair of my ancestors.

my favorite days are the ones where I pick out flowers at the grocery store,

being surrounded by plants and connecting to them; I take home the flowers that make me the happiest.

my favorite days are the ones I’m walking my dog Chance, the sun is waving at us,

and he looks back with a wholesome grin on his face; more than a pet, a friend, FAMILY.

my favorite days are the ones where I get to hug my sisters and brother, hearing as they bicker in the backseat,

any day with them is a day well-spent.

my favorite days are the ones where Tuty and I have our deep talks, we explore our innermost thoughts;

despite how vulnerable I am, I always feel safe.

my favorite days are the ones where I get to smile, laugh, cry, scream, BREATHE. My favorite days are when music wraps me up in a blanket and whispers sweet nothings in my ears, the days when I eat a sweet snack, and the days when I try new foods. The days I see my grandmother stare at me in adoration, the days I hear my mom’s cackle echo throughout the house. My favorite days are good days because they are filled with love. Good days come from love, good days come from you and me. My favorite days are good days.