Sweet About Me.

What part of me is feeling this right now, here, in this moment? What small and insignificant force in me is persuading me to act this way? How am I allowing myself to be manipulated and altered to fit into a different mold entirely? It's been so nice, spectating. But I suppose all good things must eventually come to an end, and my taste for apathy is most definitely dying out. Sometimes, it's nice to just feel. It's okay to allow yourself to cry, to smile, to succeed, to feel good about yourself, to wonder if things can really get worse, to pick yourself up and try again, to laugh at yourself, to fail miserably, to do whatever emotions are evoked in you at that very present moment. Be alive, live, feel the air fill your lungs and then rapidly release. Pinch yourself once in a while too, just to make sure it's all still real.