Acorns

I look at the title of my blog and pause, in thought. It was written in a time of soulful desperation, at a time when I looked upon myself and my life in a drought of happiness.

And now I look at it, when joyful bubbles fill my chest and my mind, and I tilt my head. It isn't something you come a cross, an artfully written representation of depression. I still find it beautiful, that imagery. I will not change it, no matter my changing mood.

Even if I now like cats more than acorns.