I feel less antsy now. 
I am at peace again. 
I am sitting down comfortably upon my bed. 
A pillow at my back,
my back against the wall,
the blinds open towards me so light upon me will fall. 
I have two teddies near:
my idols of John and Scott. 
I love them dearly but I am starting to not. 
I am trying to get over them. 
Trying so hard. 
Of them I could write with much passion.  But I am moving on.