From the deepest, most painful feeling of guilt, to the sharpest most murderous hatred - which just flashes on. Anger and madness, confusion and horror. The gentlest, the softest presence, the dizzying love, the heavenly heights of joy. Unbridled laughter that just comes, making the tears flow. The hardest, most painful grief. The unbearable sense of loss, the ice cold fear of death. The exposed fear, the completely overwhelming panic. The clarity, the warmth in my chest. The genuine, inviolable. Pure and beautiful, pink dreams like cotton. Apathy and melancholy in overdoses. Creativity and inspiration, dancing like a hurricane. The humbling love. That which makes you silent. Amazed. From darkness to light in the cascades of emotions. Thrown around in emotional whirlwinds. If we are lucky, we can rest in the eye of the storm from time to time. Or find some peace in the arms of an Angel. A life alive. A life well lived.
