Most things are easily undone.
I walk around being at one moment so overwhelmed with the beauty of the world,
so in awe of the gift we are given--then the next moment
I'm thrown into some pit of despair that only final rites can cure.
Do you think this is just a normal hormonal journal, or do you think it is insanity?
Or maybe it's just human. The human as a lovely experiment.
Anyway, today I am in awe, and there are lots of tiny birds around which always make me cheery.