I like you a lot

I sat today, having gone through all the shameful deeds I have done, rather proud and sans regret I found empty hopes growing inside places untouched. I sat under the cloudless sky observing what I didn't even desire and not knowing what happiness is. I sat, and I still sit still.

I changed, I changed and I changed, I changed. For myself, I changed, externally - but inside somewhere I go back into my shell that has made me so much stronger it surprises me to meet myself. It's a happy surprise and its the knowledge of enjoying change and change and growth.

I look at all the things that brought me a smile and I realise, how much more peaceful I can be on my own. And in that sitting stillness in peace I find a spark of happiness, that even the smallest of forgotten hopes can bring back joy once rekindled. 

I observed the joy of writing, I observed the beauty it can produce, I observed it in others and I found myself yearning for that beauty that even change eludes, except in the scripting. So I write and I feel content and I want to reach out, but I hold back - because right now, being content is enough and those others may not be necessary.