The sound of perfection.

"And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
Ah you know I will, I will"

How am I? Just happy, thank you.

All this time just feeding on her, on us, has left me with an angst of impatience that can't go away, as long as the future is uncertain - as if that would ever change?
Good thing it also allows me to sleep with a smile. And to hear all of the beautiful, beautiful songs with a whole new meaning.
All of these sighs and laughter have become my new breath. My lungs inhale creativity, the blood runs healthy again.
Maybe happiness really is a warm gun; I can't help but feel unbreakable with my finger in its trigger.