These currents pull us cross the border steady your boats, arms to shoulder, till tides are pulled hold our grounds making this cold harbor now home.

With each passing day I find myself fonder and fonder of this girl who I find so frequently in my bed. With an equal frequency I find myself in hers. Wrapped up in eachothers comfortable yet akward limbs. I am elated when she is near, life is soft and fuzzy, her words fill my mind when she is away from me. I remember that distant, miserable girl I have been, and I lock her away. She is not part of this, not part of now.

The little bit of me that was killed so many years ago, first with depression, next with drugs has been revived. Her kisses breathe life back into pieces of me that had long ago forgotten the warmth of the world. I was terrified, too scared to explore, afraid I'd find myself [to quote miss erin:] dead inside.

The releif I find with each emotion that I feel, each reaction I have to her touch, laughs in the face of these drugs trying to kill that which makes me human, the part that makes me animal, the part that makes me alive.

Life is too good for words some days. Some days I am so happy that I can sleep the day away with a contented sigh and be alright with such a response.

[Music: Sarah Slean - Me & Jerome]