There’s no word to describe. Not for lack of vocabularies. And definitely not for lack of neurons between the heart, the mind and the fingertips. There is just simply no hurting desire to canvas this moment in time into strings of words that will somewhat make it a bit more real. Perhaps it is fear that once you transfer it through ink, albeit an electronic one, all the magic will disappear.
An indeed, real life had shut me up.
In a very good way.
There is a lot of feeling going on, a lot of peace and a lot of stolen smiles. Between the contentment and the fireworks in my tummy, there’s a little tiny fear that one day the storm will rise and havoc will be the name of the game. Again.
But for now. I have no regrets, I have no envy and I have no hate. All that’s left… is just is. Whatever that means.