All In All, It's All Okay

Sometimes I'm happiest when I'm not all that happy.

Sometimes I'm the most satisfied when I'm alone.

Sometimes lonely feels kind of like home to me,

and sometimes I want to just float away, into the air and the sky and the sound of waves and the smell of honeysuckle and cigarettes -

or at least keep things just like this - exactly like this - for as long as I can.