not what I said

I'm not going to continue my last entry like I said... I don't feel like explaining anything, and I really am not putting much of my mind into anything right now. It's 2 a.m., and it's been a slow, mellow day. So my brain is on cruise control. That's fine with me though, because at this point I'd rather write with emotion. The mystery of life is confounding to me. I love it. I love its misery, its beauty, its passion, its sarrow. I love the depression, because then the highs are so great. I love missing her, because I know when I see her, my heart will burst. I love crying, so that I can smile once more. I love a closed door, so that another can open. I love being angry with life, so that when it's so good and I can't soak up enough of it, I recognize its greatness.