Peace

I think maybe I'll stop hiding. Maybe I'll even open this space up for others to see. How do I stop being alone if I won't let anyone in?

It's time for something new. Not something tangible. Or maybe so. I need to go back to enjoying the simple things. Chocolate melting in my mouth. The warmth of the sun on my skin. The look that's almost audible.

Happiness lies in the simple things. I have to find those things again.