Saturday, May 25, 2013
There's no better pleasure in life than to know that something is mine. The pride I take in my voice. The happiness and joy my dancing brings me. The surprise of having the power to manifest so much more than just words, in words. But it all is decadent, because it is mine. It is mine to use and mine to marvel at. It is mine to pour and mine to travel with. It is mine to hear and glance and feel, but never to brag about, because theirs a slight chance just then that I might lose it. But there'll be a day when all that's mine won't be, because I'll be yours.