Secrets in the pastel morning fade into realizations... Various rumors and whispers turn into vague, transparent platitudes... My wall has become less impenetrable as of late, and there is the small hope of true progression today. My past-tense thinking is starting to change into looking to the future. My options seem to open in front of me like wild flowers. The gray haze that has clouded my eyes, is starting to dissipate, and I realize that the painful, light that once blinded me, is actually the sun; embracing me. My corrupted soul is soothed today by feelings of reconciliation, closure, and contentment.I have a weird sensation of something I can only explain as peace...