Nothing to chase but our tails

Being thankful for things is a pastime I like to indulge in as often as possible, particularly on those days when all I can do is stay inside and watch The Simpsons and eat museli bars.  


I'm thankful for being young, being stupid but in a good headstrong way, being smart, having friends who come over to my house with cheap wine without warning, being in a band where we play fun music then go and walk the streets like a teenage gang to get supplies from the supermarket, being at a uni where I feel like I fit in and making new friends there too and being able to be creative all the time and getting better and better at what I love, lucky dresses and rings, fake eyelashes, fake cats and polystyrene birds, air conditioning, mum and dad and my sisters and my nanas and auntys and uncles etc etc, music bad and good and everything else, The Brady Bunch, weeties, chance meetings that are worth it even if they hurt later, getting paid, being able to run and jump and dance and being healthy and being strong, canned tuna in olive oil, being lucky, being free, believing in things and dreaming about things and maybe it's not so bad to be sad sometimes - at least you know you can feel the spectrum.

'My happiness is a comet that shines so brightly, the light creeps through the horizons of my mind, touching the nearby days of my past and future, dissolving bleary pictures into an oily canvas that paints streaks of yellow and white along my synaesthesic highway. My hope compass.

'It’s almost worth it.'

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