hug it out

last book i've read: I'm tired of the books I've last read, it doesn't change much.

currently caressing my ears: hope for agoldensummer's I bought a heart made of art in the deep, deep South

general mood: vibrant

quote: I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
--Shel Silverstein

I hope this good feeling lingers. I feel better than I have in a while. I feel sort of bruised, but I know it will heal over soon, and my solo heart will soon learn to soar. I had a little practice before, I know I'll make the most of this.

Maybe I've said too much before. I didn't mean to catch anyone off guard. I just can't seem to help wearing my heart on my sleeve, especially when it comes to you. Now, silly me, I sorta figured it out. What I need to do. What I've already done, and what I can do to fix it. It's cool, it'll all work out. It is working out. I won't fight the moments you haunt me. I bask in them, as I do in you. Sweet reveries, pleasantly lost in my own thoughts.

Know this: it never ended, and it won't. Unless you tell me to bug off.