Lifted or: The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground

Finally,
for the first time in my life,
things are starting to make sense.

I think I know who I am,
and who I want to be,
and what I want to get out of life.

And most importantly,
I think I know who it is that I want to
spend the rest of my life
with.

For some reason,
I do not care about what has happened with he and I before.
I'm disregarding everything
and this time
I don't even have to tell myself to do so.

Everything just feels natural, like it's falling into place.

And I may not have all of my puzzle pieces together quite yet,
but I think that I'm on the right track.
There are some obstacles in my way,
two to be exact,
and my parents,
to be more specific,
but I feel that if this is what is supposed to come,
then things will work themselves out.

I think that this is what some people call faith.
I'm not one for naming my emotions,
all I know is that I feel
liberated
and free
and lifted
from a rut that
I've been stuck in for way too long.

I'm in love
and there's nothing I can do to come down from that.

I'm happy
and there's absolutely no one who can take that away from me.



Finally.