Happy

February 6, 2016 § Leave a comment


Sat cross-legged on my sofa with my journal in my lap, not writing. Just loving the glow of the lamps, the smell of dinner cooking. I felt tears stinging my eyes because I was just so damned happy.

Does it make you sick?

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