And so my cup overfloweth, and it was like nothing I'd been filled with before.

And so dandelions blew away in my lungs, and so did sunshine flood my body.

And so did the heavens embrace the earth in a cloud of lense flares, as that we too could feel the saturation of paradise?

Or did my unspeaking mind ascend and float towards the sky, lifting me slightly with it as I walk, so I weigh just slightly less, and feel just slightly lighter.

And so life came to resolution,
And after ****** and resolve, left a touching afterword,
But I got to continue living,
And so now I feel complete in this world.

And so fears are behind me,
Faced and overcome and overjoyed,
And so the dread has left me with only the thrill remaining,
And so I live in worry no more.

And so life has become,
And so now it is life that I'm living,
And now I see the world in color infront of me, but really I've found the earth anew.

And so dewdrops and honey and oats and journals and music on guitar and candles and wooden carvings and stars and catnaps in the sun and shade at the beach and rivers on mountains and fire in dim lights and gifts and grey lakes and Rain,
Pouring, gliding, spitting, beating, heavy, gentle, rain.
I long to be the rain diving through the air arms outstretched, hair soaked, exillerated, perfectly at peace, free.

And so I am.
I am because I want it and I feel it, and I will never let go of it.
Because I want to keep filling my cup with the rainwater log fire wind and heart,
And so it does,
And so my cup overfloweth.