And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep. ~LC

Today I am thinking about carrying on. How unthinking and excruciating it is, we carry on. We eat and shit and fuck. We talk and talk and talk. We carry on. It is such a rare joy to find something that takes my breath away. Or someone. I have been blessed, privileged with the gut-rotting, elevating experience of joy. Have you? Have any of us, really? Can we prove it? Or just think of it, imagine it. Here in the dark, a thousand kisses deep, I am sure I have felt... something.