theangrysloth

Hi, journal.

I must tell you that something today made me very, very happy. Extraordinarily, weirdly happy. I'm not privy enough with myself to say what.
Oh, I saw something on the way home that made me think.

Heavy

I looked up at the streetlight through the branches of a tree,
And although the branches were a mess,
When the light shone through them there appeared a purpose.
It was, perhaps, an illusion.
But, it was beautiful.
(At least, enough for me.)