Content

There's been a certain lazy, summer quality to my days lately. A specific lack of angst. Sure, there's the little things that get under my skin but, all in all, I think I'm as content now as I've ever been in my life.

I want to stay here. I want to remember it.

It's almost as if I just now stepped into my own skin, and it feels right. As if I've stopped making apologies and explaining myself, like if I say just the right words, I'll be validated. I'll be acceptable.

Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of things I need to change. Only now can I see those things. But I have time...plenty of time.

Now if I can just get rid of these darn hiccups...seriously. They've totally interrupted my thought process but I'm going to post this anyway because it's been too long...

hiccup...

so much for waxing poetic...