And sometimes you have good days. When you expected very terrible days. We all expect terrible days. Don't lie, because we do. That's truth, it's certain.
Let me tell you those good days are glorious.
Also glorious are the few hours dedicated to doing absolutely noting. And seeing how much of absolutely nothing one can fit into an hour.
Hot chocolates and tea. Or tea with biscuits. On a cold day of course. While wrapping your hands around a curvy mug having all the time in the world to watch the steam gently waft away. While you have music in the background and are learning more than "what's up" of someone you're falling in love with.
Also the sudden heart-stricken desire to be camping by a fire with a guitar placed under you arm and looking across into the lit eyes of the special people. Being cuddled at midnight. No fucked; cuddled. To look up at the stars and not know what it is you want, because your chase for wants is over, as they're all there in front of you. Or when you know things aren't going to be fine, and they weren't fine before, but for the moment you're in love with your life and you're happy with that. A happiness that comes from your heart.
Those are the things that matter. And those are the things you want to share. Those are the events that you'll remember before your own name.
Why don't we have more of those moments? Because I believe those moments define our very souls., And I have had so few experiences of what can only be described as magic. And as such, I feel, I am undefined.
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