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September 14, 2011
I feel as if I'm waiting just below the surface of the water. My thoughts are muffled, dazed, floating haphazardly inside my skull. I can't collect myself yet, can't force myself to move.

But I feel it. I feel the change. Something glorious is about to happen. Something triumphant.

My soul is beginning to burn, to warm the icy waters around me. My mind is beginning to wake up, to remember how to move, how to breathe. Soon, I will taste air again. Soon, I will be myself again.

Soon, I will hold fire in the palm of my hand.