With an alacrity quite becoming of me, I think, I'm happy. Or at least I'm on my way there. My eyes brighter, voice uplifted, rollicking in my pace
Time and change, change and action
. I'm falling for the power of words, the countless emotions and clutter they seem to capture
. I'm embracing the being, the imperfections and transient nature of the shell that confines my pneuma
. I'm torturing the body, sweating through pores i didn't know i had through bikram yoga
. I'm adoring the parents, the sweet, supportive, sacrificing and most important people in my life
. I'm standing up, jumping up and down in my single, selfish habits
. I'm running towards the ne plus ultra, in search of the ever fleeting meaning, my inchoate ideas of nirvana
Oh it's out there. Maybe this is just a mood swing, but I know you're out there.
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