I've been a little overwhelmed. Lately happiness is overwhelming and beauty is overwhelming and nostalgia is a treadmill except for I get further away somehow while still staying in the cycle. I don't feel bad but I've got the melancholy. I feel strongly. I'm so glad to know the people that I know and I think maybe I'll figure out the balance in the art of loving who I've been and who I'll be. I wonder how this looks on the outside and I'm starting to wonder again what would happen if I would be honest.