Posted by Beckett on January 8, 2012, at 4:03:33
I think a kind of a remission. It's very good, really, though there are waves of memory. I want to stay awake all day and night to make up for what has been lost for decades.
This may sound manic or hypomanic, however, I rest and my actions are measured. It's grief driven and joy driven if anything, and curiosity. It's all so odd being a human being.
And then, some day, it will end.
We went ice skating tonight at a small open air rink, the young and elder gliding and giddy under strings of lights and an almost full moon ringed with ice crystal, each other taking turns falling or extending a hand. (I observed rinkside with a cup of instant hot cocoa from the concessions stand not wanting to end the night in the ER.) Two sisters wore stretchy pink tulle wings outside their sweaters that glowed with tiny blinking lights. So little seemed to have us content for a few hours.
Look at the stars/
See how they shine for you/
And everything you do/
And they was all yellow..../