..... I was reading my old posts, and I miss writing about happier things. About warmth, content, bliss. Writing because I cannot contain the joy spilling from my open palms. Writing because of the surges of warmth that spread to my edges and have stationed themselves beneath my skin. Writing because of the feeling of light in my heart. Writing because I am saturated in love.
Hopefully, one day soon. (P.S This does not mean I am not happy now because I am, I am, I am.)