It's a weird feeling.
Harmony with life and this sensation...this awareness, that at least at this very moment, you have no qualms with the world.
Of course Michael being dead is a constant that I'll always and forever wish I could change...but once you stop fighting the fate you've been handed...when you just give in to its reality...it can happen.
And who knows...like me...it might freak you the heck out, because it's been such a foreign feeling for so long.
And like most foreign things, you might find yourself fighting it, because it's not what you have known since your love's death.
You may find yourself swimming up current.
Put your hands up and let the flow take you. Swoop you gently in the direction your heart always had the coordinates to.
And feel harmony.
If only for a day. A minute. A second.
And show yourself it is possible once more.