Words: Art, talking, energy, reiki, love, knowledge, books, nature, grass, trees, bark, Dagorhir - fighting-not-for-real, archery, elf ears, green eyes in a mirror, blue eyes looking into mine, roses, daydreams of Allistair - Dragon Age - Cullen - Solas - Lavellan.
Colored pencils, learning to give things away, fruit, vegetarian, vegan, organic, Ohio, cold, hot, friends, school, college student, art education, teaching, students, theater, backdrops, zombie plays written by kids that kind of make sense.
Love, understanding, healing, growing green things, fall leaves, sunflowers, stained glass windows in places that feel familiar. But not the Chantry.
Smell of incense, hands connected bound in a circle, pentagrams, crosses, some things make sense.
My return to a place where once, I could express myself, escape from parental repression. But now, I am no longer a teenager. Some things have changed, but some remain the same.
Words being typed on a keyboard and then appearing on screens miles away from the mind that strung them together.
Connection, things that make sense.