Then I wonder about life - and behind which veils that still small voice has floated as I fall asleep - but those are the worst times to search hysterically for it, because most mornings, I rise from a sleep in which I'd been a burning phoenix. Then, cycle completed once more, prepared to elevate above the ashes.
Once again, there is a life with hope, for whole moments at a time. It's important to me to cast my net out into life-giving energies for some renewal at those times.... I often miss my chance, not always.
I'm working on it, and it matters to me. I've always wanted to live life properly... Remember the 80% rule, S.W.? Everything is binary in difficult moments - yes or not.
Life.
If there's any art that I need to aim highest, it's that. Does it include cutting myself free?