Anticipation rides high.
I had expected it to be harder, somehow, but it was as simple as a gesture and the words. The words. Haven't I always said that words held the power of life and death?
Now I have made it true.
However I am glad that my gift was recieved well. It was meant in no other fashion than the one in which it was taken.
I continue to recieve things of great importance, of possible use. I am grateful to those of you who are willing, thank you. You know who you are, there is no need to reply to me here. Trust that I have in hand what you have offered me, and am accepting it without reservation.
It burns. Days and days after the fact. I suppose I should have expected pain.
I suppose these scars are permanent.
Here's to new beginnings.
I hope you're watching closely, readers of my words.
Yes, all of you.
I certainly wasn't expecting something like this.