tonight i drove with my windows down, music playing quiet enough to hear the crickets. the sticky summer air filled my lungs and i drove until it was complete darkness with no city lights to interfere. i sprawled out on top of my car to watch the sky show off for me; raining meteors and blinking stars, a silver sliver of the moon.
it was beautiful and exciting and tragic; i will be okay.
We're not out of the woods yet... but we're getting there.
Glad to hear you're starting to feel better.
I hope that your healing doesn't stop your writing though... I must say I've grown to love your writing and I'll miss your gorgeous poetry. Its a strange friendship we've got going on, isn't it?