I'm finally letting myself peek just a bit through the blinds of my misery and allowing the luxury of just a little excitement.
Instead of just looking down with my shoulder to the wheel for the sake of sheer sanity, I sometimes look up. Not too much. But enough to want to shriek and let my fingertips flutter together as I bounce up and down on my toes (figuratively. . . oh, so figuratively).
All the joyful suspense and longing that has been building up during these months of physical and emotional confinement can't raise its hopeful head too often or I would never sleep. Never. My heart races and my fingers reach out and I would never be able to calm down. So, for now, I'm still just peeking with my eyes squinted at all of the gorgeous future moments.
This is the song that I indulge in during these slivers of hopeful anticipation.
Just go ahead and try not to cry. I cry streams every single time I hear it.
All the joyful suspense and longing that has been building up during these months of physical and emotional confinement can't raise its hopeful head too often or I would never sleep. Never. My heart races and my fingers reach out and I would never be able to calm down. So, for now, I'm still just peeking with my eyes squinted at all of the gorgeous future moments.
This is the song that I indulge in during these slivers of hopeful anticipation.
Just go ahead and try not to cry. I cry streams every single time I hear it.
