It seems like for every little bubble of happiness that comes my way, someone is always running around with pins and needles trying to destroy them, or turning on fans trying to get them in their direction. I wish I could just say, "please let me have whats mine".

Just finished my run. Mind you, it's 3:30 and pitch dark, so I brought a flashlight with me, watching the light guide me like a some divine halo. All the lightening bugs were glowing, and I thought about how lightening bugs glow because they are trying to find a mate, maybe a soul mate & I imagined all of these tens of thousands of fairylike creatures sending out signals of light into the twilight, hoping a counterpart on the ground below will be the one, one they fill with light. Meloncholy filled me, because that's how everything and everyone seems to be these days, just flittering creatures secretly trying to find this missing piece, this glowing counterpart they're looking to find. And I wonder if all those fireflies ever find that soul=mate firefly, or if they get caught in crystal mason jars, sending their light into blue tinted glass with no hope of a love to get them out.