...awakening. Irtiqa. A new life. Fresh, yet tainted by everything that has led to this point.

i can feel the gears whirring away, slowly...grinding back into life. I've been away too long. Never again...this is my unique freedom that i'll never ignore again. The freedom of the blank page.

Its sitting there...asking me to paint upon it my picture. so what're we going to play today, old friend?

*sigh*

Awareness...of every minute thing. my mind is beginning to notice the smells, the sounds. i can hear you, feel you, almost touch you. Life, I'm back. It's been a while...of introspection, of nostalgia, of fond remembrance, and stagnation. Never again.