Through the window came a brighter day.

That moment in life when things are too perfect, then they aren’t anymore. You felt it for a split second. Some would say a millisecond. It was a feeling of belonging, yet longing. You pine for something more but are completely satisfied. You sleep with one eye open, but both closed. It’s a complicated world. Everything seems natural, yet nothing seems normal. Sometimes you talk but your mouth doesn’t move. It’s like a conversation that only occurs in your mind. In fact, it’s not ‘like’ that at all, it is. What is. What is life? I mean what are we searching for and why are we searching at all. It’s like staring at clock but not recognising the time. We don’t need to be searching for me. He was. We are. He is. It’s simpler than something complex. Also, why wish away a day when it hasn’t even begun? Or count down the hours when nothing is going to change? Lately, I’ve enjoyed traffic.  Lots of traffic. Where you creep an inch in ten minutes and stare numb at the license plate in front of you. All that is left to do is think. Then think a little more. The head seems to clear up a bit. The dark clouds don’t seem so dark and instead of the rain seeming cold it seems like it’s watering life’s wonderful treasures. Gosh, what even are words? MY HEAD IS A JUNGLE! (A beautiful jungle with lots of toucans and possibly a friendly flamingo).