Its an, altogether, natural feeling. Something akin to breathing in how simple and normal it seems. A certain familiarity in everything entirely unfamiliar about it. Obviously, contradictory, yet there's a certain comfort in the unsure nature of the actions it triggers. It, takes hold of everything in your life, dominating it and weighing heavily on all the decisions one makes. Despite that, it provides comfort and shelter and protection from that which harms you.

What is it, however, is a much better question. It could be a thing. Mayhaps it is your home, or a country, or a hang out. Or, perhaps, it can be a person? A girl, a boy, a mother, a father, a baby, a wife, a husband. Or perhaps an action? Is it within dancing or music or running or breathing?

For me, it is simple, lying within the heart of a petite woman who's overly concious and thoughtful.