The world in a child's grasp

It is much too often that I easily become fed up with the immorality and hypocrisy of other people’s judgements and actions, but the unnecessary aggravations are eased just enough for the sake of my sanity by repetitively ensuring that these are simply the unsightly  blemishes of humanity.

I often find myself writing to my heart’s content as my ears sweep up the sweet sound of soulful jazz or melodic trance. I guess it all just corresponds to music for me. Silence induces the feeling of being nude.

I was awakened by the warmth of radiant, golden sun beams streaming through the window of my bedroom; today is Christmas Eve, and what a beautiful Christmas Eve it is. I haven’t been this genuinely happy upon waking up for the longest time I can remember, without even a single aching nerve of stress in my body.