Duh. Hmmmm. Humph. Ahhhh. *sigh* These are the sounds that come from my immovable lips. Today was a day of anxiety, flashbacks and etc. I was sitting in Barnes and Noble, of all places, when suddenly I was greeted with another attack due to PTS. An unexpected occurrence of repressed emotions were thrown at me like a bucket of scalding cold water. So there I sat crying, shaking and trying to make sense out of a turbulence of emotions. Impressions, concepts, ideas, confusion and dismission. Is this...? Did this...? Had this...really happened? So, I sat on a toilet trying to make sense of it all. She's trying to tell me something in her own words. What an innocent, beautiful, courageous and yet fragile little soul. She went through so much and she still doesn't want to hurt me. Her, him, them and we. All make up the concept of what I am. All these little individualities of consciousness complete me. The ultimate goal it to see that all is merged into one. I have a hard time of doing that during this stage in my life. I know that this is a journey towards soul evolution; a step by step process. But damn it, right now, I want to fly.