And there is, dear, there is so much. We are protected and saved by what we believe after all. And I believe in words as a mighty salve and catalyst for change. Better things to come, in 2009 and further.

Have a brilliant new year, Eliza!

*HUGS*

“What gets me there each day passing each day doesn’t change though, no. Words. They kept me sane and they’ll save you too. Words. Just words.”

With all the craziness around me (some malignantly directed, too), I seek the refuge and comfort of words more and more. Other people’s words, my own when I can find the time, tales woven of nothing but imagination, exhortations by a few who’ve been through tough stuff and survived, all these keep me believing there’s still good in the world.

So, bro, I know what you mean when you say words keep you sane, and the what is imagined can a lot of times protect.

See you around, and have a great new year, Kenny.

<<< “When you can imagine, you can avoid real feeling. Can’t you?”

yeah… as they say, inflict one pain to forget another… in this case the character in the story (the inner you of the younger days, perhaps?) has rather masochistic tendencies… intriguingly so. hmm.

*eyes kenny suspiciously*

heheh!