breathing_again Borealis its 10:40 at night my back door was open open to a deep blue sky, and a damp lawn. I ran outside, literally ran, in red shorts, and a blue t-shirt, disregarding the coolness of the air, and the wetness of the feet. I twirled on the grass. standing on the doorstep, feeling the rush of coolness through my skin, into my head, down through my toes, I felt alive again. really, nothing has changed...but the feeling is gone. The unshed tears, and your hanging presence..both have packed their bags, and said farewell. not good bye.. but farewell they left with their best wishes, and the desire for a tomorrow.. no longer yesterday for so long tomorrow has been yesterday.. and today has been nothing. so I pack my bags.. and I set out perhaps I'll starve for a few years..so be it.."so it goes"..all that matters right now..is that I'm breathing again. 040613 what's it to you? who go blather from