So full of energy, but all out of words! Maybe they’ve been draining out of me along with the blood on my chest. But no one has collected my words into little plastic bulbs for scrutiny, so they flow out of me, unremarked upon. Unmeasured. Which is to say: I am in recovery. I’m doing well. There are people in my life who are taking very good care of me. Their love is a current I float on when I trip and think I’m falling.

I’m very lucky to have them in my life. The luckiest guy in the world. <3