Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Feathermore

I'm in this quiet and warm place.  I'm reading a book, which always wraps me up in a happy place.  I work and I chat with my friends but ultimately all I can think about is going into the world of pages.  I am SO ok when I'm reading, I'm lost where I don't want to be found.  I feel good.  I'm happy inside, like a candle in a window on a blue winters night, I think I must have a glow about me because that's how I feel, all lit up inside.  Whatever it's cause I am going to hold onto it for as long as I have breath in me.

Where are you happiest?  Where is your contentment?  Where do you know a quiet peace?

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