Lovely. In that genuine way. Everything. Magical and Complex. Portions of Sentences. Life just treats me overly good sometimes. I'm not sure if I deserve some of the goodness I feel, things people may life until death without feeling, but rather than question it-- I'm going to chose to comfortably allow it with contentment. I'm lucky. My eyelids told me stories, and his touch spoke millions of secrets. I saw things in a fourth dimension, and I drew without thinking. I understand that going to a peak on the happy scale means that I will eventually crash into a stock market depression, but I guess that is what it's all about. Allowing yourself to feel. Freely. I don't want to live without knowing the things I am. The sooner I can feel these things, the better. Because who the hell knows where I will be from day to day. Don't stop me. Never. I'm dancing in the rain.