When my heart hurt my feet didn't anymore, because I was dancing.


...and that was the end of sleeping for me.


I thought I would lose her, but not only have a hundred years passed since I saw her last, she hasn't changed a bit.  My sadness has been my missing her thinking her there all along.


What I know so far is that the opposite of fear is love, and that discovering this may not be worth its cost; I wonder if bliss should not just be left well enough alone, ignorance and all.