Poised...
I'm at an odd place the last couple of days.
I feel like I'm poised at the crest, as of a hill or a wave, having trudged painfully uphill... and now before me is a path at the end of which I can catch a glimpse of that elusive glitter of 'happiness'. It seems so often to be too good to be true; there must be something wrong, something I haven't accounted for, something I'm not aware of...
Now if I just had a transporter (or a certain someone lived much much closer...) I would be convinced the world was swiftly coming to an end, with not one but two paths of happiness at hand converging together...
I feel like I'm poised at the crest, as of a hill or a wave, having trudged painfully uphill... and now before me is a path at the end of which I can catch a glimpse of that elusive glitter of 'happiness'. It seems so often to be too good to be true; there must be something wrong, something I haven't accounted for, something I'm not aware of...
Now if I just had a transporter (or a certain someone lived much much closer...) I would be convinced the world was swiftly coming to an end, with not one but two paths of happiness at hand converging together...