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I am trying to figure out how to explain love... I think I understand John Donne and Shakespeare and some of the others now. All the metaphors seem so subtly inadequate.
I feel like sanity has been restored. I feel like I can do anything. Yet, I don't want to do anything. I want to sing for joy.
Even the pain is good, sometimes. To feel my strength returning to misused limbs.
I am not lonely anymore. I can go home.
I feel like sanity has been restored. I feel like I can do anything. Yet, I don't want to do anything. I want to sing for joy.
Even the pain is good, sometimes. To feel my strength returning to misused limbs.
I am not lonely anymore. I can go home.
