What a perfectly perfect day full of water falls and rain kisses and lightning and Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
I may be slightly jumbled, but I'm full. I'm happy. I'm stretching myself so thin and wide that you can see things through me. I'm transparent. And THAT is what finding yourself really is. It's finding what looks good through you and around you and how you spread yourself, and where. It's not focusing on you you you, it's focusing on everything else.
I wish I could capture it all and put it in glass mason jars and stack them around my room for decoration. I can feel the days become memories and I want to store them up tight.
Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now we'd be in gym?