Something

Something moved, not a something that can be defined, just a something. I'm not sure if I could even describe it to other people. Its not a concrete something and its not a tangible something, just a something. Someone said something to me on Saturday morning that made me realize that it had moved. I'll use the analogy of gears. Gears rotate and they line up perfectly, well, when I hade my first breakdown, it was like someone had hit the gears, so they were misaligned and they kept moving, but they never quite lined up and now it's like they line up again. Perfectly insych with one another. Its amazing. I feel whole again. The sunshine is warm and people are friendly. I know that sounds cliche, but its the most amazing thing ever. And I'm happy. Just happy, simple and pure.