Ever have that feeling of a sort of contented melancholy?
Like you're kind of down now, but you know it'll get better?
And then you smile at yourself for being so foolish?
The sadness makes you look around?
And time slows?
And somehow the world's beauty comes into sharper focus?
When two seconds ago you felt lonely, but now it's 'my me time'?
Small things become important?
Perspective returns?
And then you smile at yourself for being so foolish.
Lanny was a bastard.
7 years ago
2 comments:
Perhaps elements of it, though I'm unsure about the entire scenario.
Heh, I was feeling pretty content last night. I don't even know why I wrote it, actually.
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