andiecrafts

Amazing how words could manage to escape me yet fill my soul with its presence. Amazing how the sun rises and sets each and everyday. Amazing how I hate to get up the moment the rays of the sun touches my face, and yet I still do it, anyway. Amazing how ironic life really gets.

I have been trying to enumerate the magical things present in my life. I did not expect to find so much of it, but I did, nevertheless. So much of it, really, that sometimes, I think my heart might just burst with utmost joy and, I don’t know. Maybe love?

Am I in love? I sure am acting like I am. Maybe. But with whom? Or what? Or WHY?

Maybe I am not in love. Maybe, I am just going nuts.