I search for you. I yearn for you. You often elude me.
But sometimes in moments of calm or chaos. In moments of family and friend. In moments of sun and spring, I find you. You calm me down. You remind me of the joy. The bliss.
I find you in my home. You live there. I find you in nature. You live there.
I am content. I have what I need. I have what I want. I am spoiled rotten.
Joy is sitting on my lap with a snotty nose, laughing.
Bliss is being home, my home.
I am content.
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