Have you ever been so comfortable that you almost feel uncomfortable? Cliche phrases and thoughts are too often overlooked or unexplored, because they're just that...cliche. They are ignored because they're too familiar to our ears and eyes; we process it and then proceed without thinking twice. Or even once. I hate cliche.
But I literally feel like I could burst into little pieces of Taylor.
I'm so damn happy.
I almost feel like I could physically GET SICK because I'm so intensely passionate about the inanimate object I love most in my life. My ability to think clearly and create and produce from that. How dare I say that it's inanimate? Writing is the most animated part of my existence. It moves more than my arms and legs, it's softer than the hair on my head, it's tougher than my bones, prettier than any feature I exhibit. It's hot chocolate flowing through my veins, a sugar cube melting on my tongue, cotton candy spun in my skull, maple syrup dripping from my fingertips.
I can't determine what the root of my happiness is or why it feels so good this way.
Nothing new added.
Nothing old subtracted.
I think maybe it's just the discovery of what has always been present in me, but has been abandoned and ignored for so long. Too pre-occupied with altogther less significant distractions in my life, and THIS has been simmering on the back burner. I don't feel I have reached my boiling threshold, but I know someday I'll be there. I hope to never add ice to the recipe, and to never come down from this high. I want to always be engulfed in my own creative self, never put out. I never want to break this fever.
Who's with me?
