Life In A Valley

In between the mountains I wish to live, 

A life which no one will believe.

A coffee mug in my hand,

And listening to my favorite band,

Walking without espadrilles on land,

And not get hired for errands.

The wind breeze touching my skin,

This hunch is not akin.

I can discern my parched lips,

As locution from them no more slips.

Unaware of what made me go silent,

Maybe this zephyr was acting as an inhalant.

This feels like out of chaos,

Indulged in some sort of artistical ethos.