Why does the night weigh heavier on lonely souls than the day with its sun?
Looking for solace and comfort in words and thoughts and poems and songs. Especially songs.
I still get excited about you. Even today. Even now. Why this sudden burst of inexplicable cheerfulness and confidence? Could the sun be to blame? It very well may be. Could it be life throwing unexpected situations and unbelievable surprises at me and telling me “there you have it! do whatever you see fit”? Highly probable.
Hmmm, my soul still knows how to feel warm and fuzzy. Brilliant! After realizing this, there’s nothing more I ask of today.
Off to dreamland now.