i had it all once. for a year when i first moved here, i had all i'd ever wanted. and nothing, not even shock treatments, can take that away from me. i was a spoken word poet, an artist, an artisan . . . all the things i dreamed of. and i may never have that back. and there's not a damn thing wrong with that. i had it and it is mine, the memories are all mine.
i hope this year will be different in some way. i have a move to look forward to. new adventures. here's to them!