Now, hold on, hear me out!

They really are splendid. All of them...well, no. Not all of them. But the view is good from where I'm standing now, and that makes them [at least in that way] splendid enough to not want them all dead =0D

Okay, I know you are thinking - what is this chick on about now? *whew* It's simple really. Not complicated.

From Bruce Willis to "Jordan" to Eric "Mark Eleven", they are all so lovely. Talking, dancing, or just enjoying the company of another being that awakens something in you that was dead for over four years; something that slowly was strangled to death because you thought it had to be, something that was murdered because you thought it had to die for you to be whole in someone else's eyes.

But now? Awoken from the depth of despair by forces beyond and outside of yourself, the creature stirs and begins to breathe its sweet breath back into your life. "What is this", you ponder aloud, gasping for air in shock. At first it is utterly fear-filled, riddled with terror. "No. This shouldn't be, shouldn't happen, shouldn't feel so...so alive!" Yet it does. You suddenly realize you cannot quiet it, could not sqander it, don't want to escape it. It is the sheer joy of the thing - the sheer joy of realizing the possibility of the thing again!

So long gone, so long dead, so long quiet. But now? Well, you've gotten your life back. You've finall gotten yourself back, and you aren't about to give that up again - not yet, not for long, not for anyone. Why? Because it's too nice to feel smiles creeping across your lips, too nice to relive memories that don't tear your sole apart, too nice to realize that there's a world out there that you were hiding from all this time.

And its too nice to go back now. Too nice to give it all up, too nice to let it all go. Too nice to not just live - and enjoy it for what it's worth.

PS. A Happy Easter to all, posthence.

-RK