I'm writing this from my bed at 11:34pm on a Friday night.
It's only a quick one, this time.
My tear-stained pillow is keeping my head up, but it's hard for me to feel the benefit when it's like I'm falling.
Have you ever loved something so much that you feel like your seams holding you together are going to rip open?
I have, and I am feeling this way, right as I type.
Desperate, for a grasp on reality at times like these.
These little moments where I simply can't cope with how much I love this one thing.
And no, I'm not going to tell you what it is.
That's the beauty of writing, it's ambiguous. I could be writing about anything, for all you know.
But that's not my point.
Right now, this is probably the most passionate I've ever felt about anything in my life. And so of course, I felt the strong desire to write away, and combine my two loves.
Come to think of it there is no real point to this.
It's just nice to know that happy tears really do still exist, and that I am capable of feeling like this.
There's enough poison in this world without someone as irrelevant as me adding to it. So I'll just bask in all this passion for now, floating on cloud nine, unnoticeable in this vast blue sky.
Just how I like it.