i'm sitting at the union here at school, fireside with Zee Avi in my ears and the sweetness of chai on my palate. today i find myself on the drearier end of things, though i still harbor the pertinacious flame of creativity. this flame, when i count myself lucky, thrives on days like these. it's almost as though it ignites fervently in rebellion against the state of the world, frigid and gray, beyond the window pane i sit beneath. it acts to spite, to beset the coldness that tries to creep into my bones. it arouses to soothsay, to mollify the weariness that creases my brow.
by the light of this flame i find myself soaking in a lucid awareness. it feels as if i awoke in more ways than one this morning. not only did i wake up to a warm, beautiful body beside me- but i woke up acutely aware of my own warm and beautiful body. some feeling of delight enchanted my skin as i uncurled each limb, stretched each muscle. darkness was nowhere to be found today. instead, amity followed me around, warmed me in the light kiss of my boy, sang in my ear with the voice of another, and even peeked at me from this cup of tea.
today will be good. today is good.
"why does it feel like we've only just begun.."
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