I dip my fingertips into hearthstone coils. A strain of amber locusts stain my eyelids. I crush my discipline into a bitterly efficient ball and fire off snapshots of willpower.
I flounder in a sea of astonishment. I was unprepared for success. This was some bizarre, inverse ratio of commitment to results. Still, the achievement stands. A years worth of self-made promises, resolved.
Better late than never.
I accept the mantle of Not The Best stitched into the inner-folds. But this reversible cloak is also titled Good Enough on the outer pleats.
Wearing this honorific makes me unreasonably, giddily happy.
9:41 p.m. - 2015-03-26
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