Slowly, we'll come back.  There won't be any big sort of write-up because the most I can do is claw my way back, slowly.  The days continue, and that's all I can ask of myself.

We slowly flip our way through the pages, onto what seems like the next chapter of it.  But it's not a clean cut; things from chapter 2 still blur into chapter 4, and I sense that it will continue to be that way.  The chapter after this, too, will not be the end of it all.  I know, because I've gone through these sorts of things before.  Sometimes there are more chapters than you can even realize.

I opened a box to the past today and things spilled out of me onto the floor.  Indescribable mixes of emotions; not something you could find on any one of those "emotion wheels".  It could not be categorized as joy, love, anger, or sadness.  But from there I received an energy that I...guess I needed?  Well, I'm not sure what else I'd do with myself, anyways.

We're on our way back, though, it seems.