joy

I have been feeling absurdly, unusually happy the last couple of days. I feel excited by the people around me who are making things, doing things, pursuing things. I want to write a million things, but my thoughts are not distinct yet. Rather, they are all swimming together and I don't know one from another. I feel like I've been running and it's the perfect kind of movement. Moving away from a stupid misery that is rooted in holding on, in dwelling and sinking. I think this city is a magical place because little secrets and treasures appear whenever I need them.