I am split. Half light, half dark. Angels with golden auras are always with me but I can only see them when I shift to the light. I can only do this in my sleep. You have to want it more than a little. When you come out of the light it is like being snapped out of a daydream and those around you are wondering what planet you were on. Because of this, you almost forget yourself how real it was. Is.
             Something has taken hold of Mumu and she took hold of me. I simply walked away. Her wrath is a huge sun on my forearm. Long welted rays and a freckled face. An attempt to make me recoil into the underground. I will not go there. I am on a roll.

You are alive now, and so obviously your current and true life urges are stronger than your programmed death urges. As long as you continue to strengthen your life urges, and ignore your programmed death urges, you'll go on living.~ Linda Goodman