I don't have insights or understanding for this revolution. I'd like to. Understanding comes with grief, the kind that can lighten the load, but brings absense so apparent, looking directly at the thought buggers the mind. I really don't want to feel.
I am epiphany gyrl. I understand and transcend. I don't. Too tired to go through this again.
So, I revert back to superstition, shy the mind away from reason and understanding, and make a birthday wish. 9 more days till I can blow out the candles. yay!!!!