The notes drift and swirl around my head as I spin a heavenly smelling teabag in a ceramic mug with a blue flower on it, a mug from mom. Place it on the window sill and sit in the strategic cloth chair, only part of my room thats getting remotely decent light right now. By the time Im done entering this, im sure the last lonely little beam will disappate.
I am sullen. But I am content. At this particular moment. I have everything I ever want, I have a degree of peace, and a balance of my inner and outer worldsI know this balance and this sense is terribly fragile, and all it takes is a night of sleep or a stray memory to trigger, and the serenity will all be gone. So Im enjoying it while I can. Nothing is missingand for now, I am comfortable in my skin and solitude.
I am sullen. But I am content. At this particular moment. I have everything I ever want, I have a degree of peace, and a balance of my inner and outer worldsI know this balance and this sense is terribly fragile, and all it takes is a night of sleep or a stray memory to trigger, and the serenity will all be gone. So Im enjoying it while I can. Nothing is missingand for now, I am comfortable in my skin and solitude.
And believe me, someday in the future, you will realize that for right now, it was the best decision to make. I don't want to hurt you the way I have been hurt.
It was for your best interest.