Blissful.

Lightheartedness fills me. Elation. A certain feeling of peace. A feeling of place and belonging. Such feelings as I've never felt before and some that were once old friends that I'm becoming reacquainted with.

It's because of a girl. A woman, I should say. Truly a woman. One as I've never known before. And I am more than glad.

To her, I would say this as a little introduction to my erractic ways. However, she's already somewhat familiar with them... and yet, her love for me grows, still. I am joyous and still clinging to some disbelief, if only to keep me sane. Once again, this I would say to her:

"I got wiring loose inside my head I got books that I never ever read I got secrets in my garden shed I got a scar where all my urges bled I got people underneath my bed I got a place where all my dreams are dead" (Porcupine Tree's "Blackest Eyes")

I am, perhaps for the first time in my life, genuinely happy.