Whole self

Sitting here, being my completely, whole self.
I can't do anything but write. write and ponder upon old songs I had forgotten the name of. listening to new songs, the ones full of joy and discovery.
Pulling back the blind at any chance, pressing buttons to check for anything other than a missed call from parents, acting completely crazy.
Anything important really isn't, anything that usually doesn't mean anything, does.
I was confused for a moment, for an hour I wasn't exactly sure what I felt.
I'm back in place and can't feel anything but tingling toes... down in my toes they tingle...