It tickles
Running my fingers through my short hair in my neck. It tickles me. It feels like an animal back there. In the best way possible.
I've decided. For now. And it tickles me.
I've decided to focus on me. On the home. On right now. Even though I get anxious, I'm really trying not to be. Even if it's ok to be, I don't want to be. That's why I'm trying. So hard. And when I succeed, even if it is just for a little while, it tickles me. And I love it.
Now I try to focus on today, but can't help thinking about the future. The beautiful future that is our lives. It tickles my mind. In the best possible way.
