it's ok to be wrong.

this stretching of daffodils releases the effluence of anxiety, and a fresh dose of the toxic combination of drowning in clouds and inhaling uncertainty.

i'm falling. and falling hard. in the most glorious of circumstances.

falling upwards.

the surface of the sun is engulfing my mind and keeping my heart malleable.

what is is that makes life so unpredictable?

i wasn't expecting this. certainly not so hastily. but i dont feel nervous. i'm not faltering in anxiety. i'm embracing it. i'm embracing her. as a i would a pillow at night after a long, cold winter day. a siren sent with tidings of good will and praise for all my suffering. the reward for keeping my values steady through all of the garbage i have had to force down my throat.

my friends were right. and i'm ready to admit that i was a fool.