Something in the air tonight. A voice, a song, one I haven’t heard in years, not since — how long ago? 2006? 2007? Before the great detour began, before I made the error which cost me five years of my life. Before I entered the world, became one with it, let it consume me. Over now. Back. Myself again, the person I once was, the person I was meant to be. Free. Independent. No organizations to work within, no external systems to abide by, no social groupings to appease, no politics. Nothing more of human society for me now. For the first time in five years I feel truly free, truly myself, and the world is singing and singing and I can hear it in a way I never could while stuck inside of it all. I can hear my own voice clearly now, and it is not drowned out. I am orphaned, lonely, poor; in those things abide riches. I am dreamer, writer, reader; I have again my old magicks, my old powers. And I am happy — happy in a different way, a deeper way, possessed again at last of a kind of resonant simplicity. I can see beyond surfaces in a way I rarely could, caught and struggling in the world’s web. At last, around me, everywhere resounding — depth. And it is good.
This is what I wanted out of life, this.
among silent leaves,
whispers; on the breathless wind,
the billowing mind