Dakota Skye made me wonder about making choices again.
Was I letting things happen to me? Or was I making things happen?
Same thing whatever.
Sometimes, it looks like a weed caught mid stream in a gush of strong currents.
It sounds like wind howling through a scrawny forest
It feels unnervingly, impatiently exciting, ridiculous, scary and right. All at once.
It's possible.
I might have found Happiness. Involuntarily blessed with something people spend their entire lives searching for.
Lucky me.
Was I letting things happen to me? Or was I making things happen?
Same thing whatever.
Sometimes, it looks like a weed caught mid stream in a gush of strong currents.
It sounds like wind howling through a scrawny forest
It feels unnervingly, impatiently exciting, ridiculous, scary and right. All at once.
It's possible.
I might have found Happiness. Involuntarily blessed with something people spend their entire lives searching for.
Lucky me.