I've been having such a lovely day.
I printed up a zine from a new favorite website. I have read through almost half of it. The writing stuns me and moves me to write and write. I need to write.
I have an insatiable desire to express.
I cannot lock up my craving anymore.
I cannot be lazy anymore.
I've been drinking cold lemonade all day long. Its tangy sweetness has infused into my veins. I like my blood when it's beautifully tainted with the flavour of summer.
My son. As I watch him play outside in the sun and laugh his lungs out, I swear I am the happiest person in the world. He is everything to me. I want him close to me always. My little baby.
My husband. I wait for him to return home from work and school. I wait to breathe in his purity, his existence.
I am finding myself.
I am becoming whole.