naranaranarana. Oh no, I shouldnt be singing. But I feel good, I do. Not marvelous, not giddy, but good. Things are okay right now. I am moving forward, “lento pero seguro”. Its so funny to read all those old posts though, they kind of make me happy, even the “sad” ones, because they aren’t reallt sad, or aren’t anymore. So it makes me feel real good to know that things happen, SHIT HAPPENS, but just as it happens, it also all goes away. You get better every day, a little more mature, a little stronger, and thats how you end up feeling okay.

We have all cried, more than once, when we were babies, when watching some corny movie, with your first crush. Those tears that flood your eyes, and once they come out you are done. But there are also this other kind of crying, when it really does hurt, when you feel so much pain in your chest, this absence of breath, that the only thing that feels good is to cry. You cry, your eyes are flooded, but this time you sob, because its too much to contain. Because it feels so good. You sob, and sob, and more tears cross your face, and when you are finally done exteriorizing what you felt inside, then you may move on. Maybe for a while, maybe for today, maybe forever.