I am happy.
Real.
Happy.

My life is very easy.
And for once, somehow, everyone else's constructed worlds' failings, their sorrows and pains, reflect sunlight onto my own simple joys.

Touch. Warmth. Fullness. Quiet. Love. Comfort.

The chocolate peanut butter tofutti pop started it all ( Read more... )

Food ( Read more... )

I often laugh out loud in my sleep.

It's not that I'm getting dumber ( Read more... )

It occurs that the reason people find humanity so singularly important is because people, being human, see even the smallest aspects of our society to be far larger than anything beyond.

It is important, whenever possible, to shift the focus.

That is all, for now.

There is a gloss over the red red of my knuckles already.
There is no pain, there is no blood. and they will be as good as new in days time.

I am a fabulous self-repairing machine.

Be Like Ben.

I got home and felt, sincerely, like my day was just beginning. Not because I hold late hours, but for the following reasons. When I work, it is time that never happens. Almost everyone at my job is very nice, but none show themselves to be very interesting. No real sparks of... well, anything. I come home, then, sweat-dripped and alive, and I ( Read more... )

I very much enjoy honesty. For something that so many people have trouble with, I find it unbelievably freeing.