I don't have any words
edging their way through my lips,
desperate for the light of day.
Here, now it is just me
and my contentment.
Real contentment.
Not
through wealth
or status
or love,
but all these things,
in the exact
measure and type they are supposed to be
for me right now.
Everything is perfect.
In its imperfection. Including me.
No languishing fears,
no deep psychological disease.
Just me and the sunshine.
Passing our
time idly.
Trying everyday,
a little more,
to eek out progress,
in one
way or another,
compounding pieces
in aggregate,
towards a life of
success.
Funny though,
with all this sunlight
how much you can miss the
dark.
