There is a spot on my lower forehead, where curled eye-brows meet, and negative energy is stored... I thought I was getting a cold. A cranky, sour, pissy cold... but the coffee, followed by Ryn's sweet boo-boo kiss took the spot right out of my skull.
I'm in a far different place than I have ever been. I'm not sure I could express where I am at, and am not sure that I am willing to yet. It's foreign, breathtakingly beautiful and comfortable, like a warm blanket on a cold, wet day.
I've been thinking about dreams:
I'm living a dream... but it could be better. I need to take these F*!#ing chains off... I'm sick of scanning documents for a living.