getting out

hmm. i suppose this is a very good time to get out of it all.

both fatigued, numb. that's the best time to get out of it, for that's when the least you can feel. compared to the example that you may be blind-sided by a cheating partner, it is way better.

so alright, i'm thrust out into the world, for that bubble behind me's burst. there, again, it is. the world!

a little less warm than the air inside of the bubble, but definitely crisper. now i'm free to go wherever i want to, without fear of leaving my heart behind. especially when my heart's regenerating inside of me now. in nobody else's hands, but in my own good self.

feeling lucky, i am. for all these people about me, in my life.

and i celebrate my joyous return to the world.

amen.