Reclamation

The older I get, the more darkness I survive, the simpler my life gets and the more wonder-filled excitement I have towards the simple, good things of that simple life.

And I can’t help but think that its all a reclamation of what the world tried to steal, who I was told to be, and a healing of many wounds.

Here’s to the simple, good life filled with wonder-filled squeals of delight.