(curiously, someone recently suggested to me that I begin a blog. Of course, this person was likely thinking I would wax philosophical and, as such, I refrained from comment and clearly did not state, "Oh but I have one where I occasionally spew horrific nonsense that would make an actual writer and feasibly cry." In any case... this.)
Curious Contentment (working title)
It began so carefully,
To pinpoint an origin
Enshrouded in primaveral joy,
enraptured by this new curiosity.
All good things must end.
Trading in the gleeful swivet,
expecting a tumble into despondence.
Comfortable resignation tinged with
residuum of frivolity.
Nigh confusing this
No falderal sense of being jilted;
rather, peculiar satisfaction in this