Injection, entry, blood shockwave.

Yesterday was dynamic, to say the least. A mediocre morning, a better day shared with a wonderful boy, and the evening and later hours... magnificence. In one period of time, everything I cherish has returned to me somehow. There's still sorting to do, but I have what I need to sort, and this is something I feel deserves celebration. (I made popcorn. And tea.) Three conversations, three real conversations! And amazing ones at that! Perhaps not extremely intelligent, perhaps not even that interesting. But after all of this waiting, the reward is so sweet and succulent. Words that drip with hidden definitions, sentences pleading and kneeling and screaming... this is what I love. My heart has leapt up from its sooty crater and now beats eagerly. I found that my tear ducts still exist. And reaffirmed what I never needed to reaffirm, because I always know this in my deepest of souls: I don't want to lose these people, they are irreplacable. I will break myself in half before I let them go.

I don't know how all this happened at once. The only thing that can explain it is a stroke of good luck. I've called on logic but it fails me here, as it has for awhile now. I must have been touched by some outer force; I haven't done this myself. Thanks for the help, you kind nameless spirits.

logic is a waste. nothing worthwhile is ever logical. you should know that.