Haven’t written in days. I, however, have been thinking a lot — and realizing important things, too. I have good reason to believe that despite everything that has happened and the collateral trauma brought about by such events, I am, for the first time in years, seeing things clearly now.
I’ve gone through every elementary emotion this weekend, from elation to good ol’ melancholy and back again. Those in-between, those we could never name for they are gone almost as soon as they came
, can only be described as confusion, but I am realizing I don’t mind so much. This is the sanest I’ve felt in a long time, and if dealing with myself and all the randomness coupled to my very name, or at the very least learning to, is part of maintaining equilibrium — then by all means, bring it on.