This is really happening. He said it.
There is this indescribable feeling of freedom and peace that I receive from driving alone at night to my house. It might have been the conversations that have preceded it or the music in my ears, but both, no matter how loud, we're at minimal volume in relation to my thoughts. decibels rising.
The wastefulness of grace. Freedom in truth. The will of the human heart. The breaking of spirit. The breaking of bread. It is from here that I choose to walk forward. Will you follow? I'll light my cigarette and wait awhile.
If I could capture these feelings in words, it would be trivial. Holding hands was years ago, but these butterflies never dies. Cocoon to full flap back to cocoon. Hibernate for a while and awake when the night is cold. Life is learning the pattern. Rally-route-rally-route-rally-route.
If I die tomorrow, I will at least have lived today. Will you follow?
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