Adiemus

I feel.... I finally feel like I can grieve for everything. Everything that's ever happened to me, that's... I don't know. I just feel like I can grieve now. And somehow, that feeling of grief seems to complete something.

Like I can finally grieve for the death of my past... not that it doesn't exist anymore, but that it doesn't live. I think I'm finally understanding the last emotion... or one of the last. There's probably a few others that I'm missing still, but this is one of those that are important to me.

I don't know where I'm going on from here. I don't think it matters how long it took me, or why. But... I feel like I understand. I feel like my dreams... are starting to make sense to me.

My sight... I think it was damaged. From the beginning, maybe, or maybe before I could remember, which could have been anytime up until intermediate. Truthfully, I always felt protected for that. Because then I couldn't see all sorts of things I shouldn't... or would just cause more problems.

Wings... a form of protection?