Life feels so decisively beautiful...in all its contradictions, coexistences, wriggling and taking flight. I feel so happy, having celebrated my time alone. My fearlessness and strength at the face of struggle is palpable, and I take my cross with grace and stride. "Love is light, not consolation." There is a light that cannot be taken from me, combed by a past of possessing hands, they know no weight. There is nothing to prove, and I got something to prove.

Only I know my time.