my greatest breakthrough

     It has been ages since I have dove into writing with emotions so high, ready to spill onto the page. I finally know what it feelsl ike to have a monumental breakthrough. I had one 15 minutes ago and I am living it right now. I couldn’t be higher on the highest cloud of happiness ever possible and the feelings running through my shaky hands and veiny arms are exhilarating. I’d jump to the skies if I could, however, I know I can in a different way, so I will.

     Thank you for granting me the possession of this girl. Thank you for allowing me in the entirety of my life to have been blessed with ones (or I should say the very few) that I end up loving. A feeling and an emotion so strongly guarded and challengingly earned that it only comes about when absolutely necessary and absolutely perfect.

     The perfection of this love hasn’t only lifted me high tonight because it’s a truthful feeling, but the painful past it has allowed me to literally "smash on the pavement and throw in the trash." Be this as it may, admitting this evil is hard enough, but agreeing to overcome it, is the most joyful and eye-opening experience I have come across.

     The warm summer-like air tonight blew through my 2 hour old haircut, jolting me with a feeling of pleasure. The way I danced tonight, goofy and pathetic, alone on a desolate street, is the dance that I hope will live in me forever from this day forward. I will kick the frustration of my job, wipe away the stress of my skimpy wallet, and I will stride forward with the one I love. I’ve done it before, but this time…this time, it may just be different. That may be the hardest thing I’ve ever admitted, but this is the consequence of moving forward from your past. Nothing is perfect. Perfection is the flaws we recognize and overcome, the happiness we sometimes overlook, and the mere mediocrity from where we judge the former and latter by.

     There tears are real, and so will be my breakthrough…I HOPE.