Living

Six months.

Rediscovering (discovering?) self.

Moments of extreme happiness.

And despair.

And then the happiness returns. And it is so alive.

It's what matters.

Living.

Alive

I was alive for a short while today.

I'm going to try to do it again tomorrow.

It felt good.

It was like a tornado. A colliding of emotions. Wind on my face as I confidently rode a bike down a mountain road in Colorado - a transcendent place.

I was feeling angry. Then I was feeling reckless. Next came anger again. Then release.
Sweet release.

Followed by the kisses of a lover. Forbidden kisses. Hurried, longing kisses. Questioning Kisses.

I'm going to try to be alive again tomorrow.

I want to be alive again tomorrow.