ah, the peace and quiet, sometimes, can be taken for granted, for a ride.
It's been close to 3 exhilarating weeks now. The warm fuzzy feeling inside.
I've got so much muck trying to wrap around me at the moment, like a warp trail, circling me in a tight noose, but this feeling, this warm fuzzy feeling, keeps me going. One cannot complain of the timing of all these, perhaps, another episode to learn something out of it, most so often misunderstood and ignored.
Warm Fuzzy feeling. WFF. The source?
Must it be a person? Can't it be a thing, or an incident? A gesture, perhaps, or a song listened in the distant past, a leaf fallen just on the right side of the shoulder, may even be a smile, or a brush with a friendly pet at the stores.
For now, I'll leave the source all mixed up. It is actually more complicated than what is above, but generally can be defined to an amalgam of all that is there. Positively.
Come back, o' source of the WFF.
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