Realization of Little Things

[PrttyBrd]

Chasing rainbows and dreaming of leprechauns. How many wishes do I get? What to wish for, what to wish for? Awake from an odd dream guided by the sound of television. No real rest. No one to talk to. Sick and tired, no literally, sick to my stomach and unable to sleep. No drug induced anything. Discomfort and thoughts of little ballerinas. Ballerina slippers and tights happily twirling about the produce. Sweetness personified. Longing despite myself. Trying to stay neutral. Betrayed by emotion and feeling foolish. Too logical to be comfortable with this display and too emotional to care about logic. Yet, in his eyes I see my longing reflected. Heart breaks just a little. Yet happiness surrounds all things. Nothing to analyze. It will ebb and flow, ebb and flow. It's just one of those times when things just need to be what they are. It feels good not to peel away layers and chip away at what might be underneath. Perhaps now, I can sleep for a bit.