sometimes there is a delicate balance that plays out in twenty four hour period. waking up to a new day is a gift, being able to love those who surround you is one as-well. a little later in the day you begin to think about how at times you feel as if your not doing enough, wonder really what is it that you are doing? that is usually when the radio goes on, as if it's job is to try to bring you up back into the light. then as the sun meets the leftover rain you find yourself searching for a sweater upstairs, the upstairs that at times you forget is there. you notice the little things, the ones that the light hits and just like that you find a balance of wanting to be better but liking yourself and what surrounds you just the same...
