Life.

It's a beautiful sunday.

I dropped Anna off at work this morning and caught myself mesmerized several times by my burning cigarette.

The smoke was dancing in a way I've never seen it before. It was twirling off the ash and waving into the wind. 

I inhaled and the wave continued down into my lungs and stomach, and my heart pounded against my ribcage like the white foam crashing down on the shore.

This cough won't go away, and I know I shouldn't be smoking. It's only getting worse. I'm hacking my lungs out all day long. 

I just want to read lately. Read everything. I want to devour new information. I want to go to barnes and noble for hours and walk out with words and ideas and stories flashing through my brain. It's not that I'm stagnant lately, it's the exact opposite. My experiences are piling and growing and lifting me into places I've never been before. Peace, calm, fun. 

The fun doesn't seem to stop. Always fun. Always laughing and adventuring. There are so many things I want to see. I'm constantly chasing this bouncy ball from one fun room to another.

Game box. Inside the toy box, inside the game.

I can't shut my gaping mouth.