the way.

05/08/2011 § Leave a comment

And of what, I am unsure.

Life being a series of flowing moments and snapshots of emotions distilled with time. Yes, those times will become more pure with the ageing process (pronounced PRO-cess in my head).

Where do new memories fit in while we try as we might to push old ones away, because heaven knows dear you can’t remember everything, right?

Right?

Correct.

I left behind something and I couldn’t put my finger on the button. Someone pulled it out of me and that tingling sensation — like when your arm falls asleep, pins & needles they call it — has started in my body again. Feeling.

I’m getting my feelings back after being paralyzed, emotionally and mentally severed. Oh, these physical manifestations. What was that? A grumble from my belly: “I am huuuungry!”

Of course you are.

I started gaining my eye sight back, too. Not so twenty-twenty-five, but enough that my left eye doesn’t shoot to the top left when I have a glass of wine (or two, or too many). Sitting here after a spin-out, sleeping through a few nights of recovery, sipping on some Chicken Noodles (because, hell is it ever good for the soul), I did what I have always done after extensive surgery:

Get up and keep on keeping on.

If only I could become a pro at this incessant change.

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