That I would be here, and I am again, and what has passed...only three months or so since filling the pages herein with my words, and thoughts and out loud crying and screaming and living. Well, here now I am sitting in my house (yes, though rented this is the most home that I have ever had...in so many ways). A life, lived is all you have, right, to just go, make the way the best you can...doesn't mean that you ever, ever stop.
I am staying alive, kicking and screaming. They come back to me, I have had the most amazing, weirdly normal (on the surface) day but, now tonight I feel like bouncing, standing and bouncing around the room, and dancing and screaming out loud, and I am all in time with the tap tapping and the music and the whole thing, I am melting into the walls and I am happy. I am alive and still moving. All that one can ask for. Though, so much, much more, and I am still clawing and trying. I will write the book, to completion and turn it over to my friends, and maybe more. I will never cease, I cannot, I have been fighting since I can remember, not other people but myself...I must continue, why relax, why feel too content, when there is, so, so much more. I am floating above, on a cloud of Friday, I am breathing and beating and bleeding. My god. I am.
