Found

The feels.  All of them.  Good and bad and happy and sad and so full of everything.  I want to sing and cry and sit quietly in a park and stare at the stars with everyone that I’ve ever loved.  I want to dance in the street in the middle of a sudden summer storm, and I want to write poetry and stories about everything in the world, and many things that aren’t in the world.  I want to sit with my best friends in a pile of love and laughter and just be together.  I want to cry and rage and emote, pace up and down and rant to my second self about the things that upset me and then go throw things in the Arb.  I want to ride my bike down the steep, curvy roads in my hometown late at night, feel the wind rush past my chilled arms and face and just feel so alive.  I haven’t felt this alive in months.  I think I finally found myself again.