lovely

When the moment was right I found myself laughing and planning my plots and living like golden shining beams of light. I felt laughter come to my eyes and my heart felt so whole. The trees merrily swayed to a lazy breeze and an early autumn leaf fell from the branches. The summer was almost over, but my dreams were so alive. I think that happiness is like a cat, cute and cuddly but feirce and intimidating to prey. Even at this somber relization I still feel contented. Maybe that was the trick maybe it was my time to finally live. All I know is I noticed how everything was lovely. Colors were brighter, smiles were wider, and love was abundant. It was all because that was the day I looked at myself and could honestly say I thought I was beautiful. The emotionless barrier lifting I found I was able to cry. Able to let go and I felt so alive. Now I feel the same. I still relapse into thoughtful emootionless silence but I know a freind called lovely who can call me back to her any time.