But it’s difficult to write when the pieces of life fit together so neatly, when the edges fold and crease exactly as they should.
At some point I’ll be back more long-term, and the words will flow freely like water through an open tap, but now is not that time.
These days my lungs breathe almost too easily, the air rushes through and feels cleansing in my veins. I’m just really happy, really complete; there is a fullness in my heart that spreads and reaches like an electrical current.
I feel entirely of electricity.