I am creeping into my own society of warmth. I am trying to eliminate the wasteful things we do in a day that makes time escape us so quickly. Afterall, it is only time we have in the grand scheme of things. I have been dreaming vivid, colourful dreams lately. I am sure it is because my state of mind is feeling free. My dream cycle is always a good indication of my mental health. There were days, though long ago, my dreams were full of panic-stricken fear. I sleep better now.
Perhaps with age we come to a place where we find peace in so many crevices of our lives. I yam what I yam. I am okay with who I yam. I even love yams.