I wanted to write tonight about feelings. I'm beginning to feel things again. Before it was either the shrieking high of hysteria or glum melancholy of depression. Now it's not just black and white. I see shades of grey, occasionally tinged with gold. Emotions so delicate and frail that before I could never reach them. 


Lust, hope, wistfulness. 


They linger on my lips now. I delight in these new sensations. I feel myself welling up with feeling again, as if I have walked out of the blackest night into an autumn forest. The beauty of being human astounds me.


It's like learning a new language. The way you'd learn the curves of your lovers body. Enchanting.