contentment with me.Contentment feels like I drank a full bottle of red wine at a leisurely pace over a few hours. Now I have a full body buzz.Contentment feels like a deep sigh that flows from my nostrils to my belly button to my toes, ebbing with warmth and kindness towards myself.Contentment feels like time slid its index finger over the pause button on life.“Oops,” time whispers with a smile as I lean into the abyss.
I don’t feel scared of time anymore, of aging, and of other tribulations that might usually bug me.I can’t tell you what caused this extreme peace inside of me.
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