Those that vanish... stay... ah who knows

It seems that there is nothing quite as exhilarating as letting-go with someone who might just disappear tomorrow.

Like a good game of catch-22, its the freedom of all-to-rare honest human interaction that stirs the human mind into making something more of the situation. At about this moment in history, I think I've also learnt that my humanness tends to fuck everything up. *sigh* A particularly sweet irony of life, this.

Its been one of the best half-weeks of my life. The kind that I crave. Every other half-week of the year.

Thank You.