Aslan's Return

If I were putting away my life, I'd have no idea where any of it goes. Maybe I should be wild and free, maybe I've always been that way. My reluctance to roam probably comes from the fear of hurting and harming, which probably comes from the fear of not being loved. Foolish. Long chat with Dad today, called him at work, had to double-check on the bipolar factor...my mirror has two faces, to say the least. But yeah, Pops is okay, depressed about the divorce I think but our relationship seems to be soaring. Makes me feel selfish, really; it took me way too long. Friends are great. Love them, love them, cherish, and don't be shy to hold their hands. This goes for me as well as the rest of the world. Kiss kiss.