happy blood

i need to write, to try and share how vehemently i am enjoying my life right now.

and it isn't because life is better. the same things are happening: i am going to work, coming home, at least one of those still in the dark. i am eating, sleeping, reading. i am riding the bus and talking to gnomes. it is the same life, but i like the moments more than i used to. or even, when i like the moment, i like it more than i used to.

yes. my satisfaction runs deeper now.

let this translate in my actions, please.