Perfect moments.

They do happen. Every once in a while. And every once in a while I'm actually happy to be alive. I know what being alive feels like. It feels like rain pelting down, hearing thunder, watching lightning, being drenched to the core, in the arms of an amazing friend. Alive is just feeling completely connected to the world. You know?

My inner cat won't tell me her name. Another shadow voice in my head. This is making me grumpy - I want to know who she is. I don't mind the voices that I know who are, it's the shadows, the nameless ones that I don't like.

I got called jailbait today. Beautiful jailbait nonetheless. I've decided to take it as a compliment. I also got refered to as a 'hot girl' today. Hmm, seems to be my day, huh?

I feel very alive right now. Awake and conscious. Wanting to be productive. Wanting to be.

Magic is real. Has anyone ever mentioned that to you? And no I'm not on drugs. I just... can feel it. I wish I knew how to reach out, hold it, make it part of me. So maybe not Awake, maybe just Aware.

Maybe just very tired, and letting Adi do most of the typing.

Maybe just...