Alone and/but/or Complete

Blood.

Knees.

Salt.

Sweat.

(This is all I remember of the last few days.)

***

"Found what you were looking for?"

"This I found out - I wasn't missing a piece. I have everything I need to be happy. I just have to work on keeping myself together."

***

Surprisingly, in times that challenge one's sanity and belief in the good, friends whom you thought you have lost come to bring aid. More surprisingly, strangers whom you think will cast merciless judgements upon you, give help that you cannot (or for some reason, opt to not) get from your family. And this is where I am reminded that yes, there is a God, and no, S/He is not some Cosmic Hitler.

***

Healing. (In more than one level.)

***

When the salt,

the blood

are

all

washed,

the immaculateness

of being

alone

is

comforting.

(At the least, I still have myself.)