It's certainly odd of me to suddenly fall off the face of the earth and wind up here. Such strange memories...I barely remember being here at all. When everything had such an aura of laziness, of absolutely zen lack of awareness of time. And now, am I happy...
Well...
Yes. In a deeply profound way, I am in love. And that love, in spite of itself, does transcend all things. I no longer fear my shadow; it fears me. And that level of respect is deep. I now have myself in check in such a way as to defy expectations. I know, in the midst of everything dark, I have these kind of hiding places to scream the truth in. Sometimes, the scream subdues itself enough to make the outside world make sense. Sometimes, (terrifyingly) there is no scream at all. Bliss is real; it's not an induced or incidental delirium. How bizarre is that?
Who would dare to believe it?
I guess...
me...