...happy now.

this is strange and unbelievable to say, after so many years of decidedly being anything but.

however, it is true.

and i am still gloriously single.

i have found God, or God has found me, and i say that knowing it's been said a billion times before, and it's terribly cliche, and wouldn't make for a good story at all...

but it is true.

and so, even though i shall keep my deviantart account up,
because all the words collected here were once true,
and i cannot think of deleting and destroying pieces of myself,
the crumbs i left that lead to the present,

i cannot write those things anymore. who wants to hear stories of boys walking out, when those boys aren't real and don't have faces?

perhaps one day i will write again (doesn't that sound so arrogant? :/),

but i believe art arises from loss.

and i am not losing, i am gaining, gaining, gaining.