revisiting black kittens

suddenly my days are frighteningly devoid of panic and mayhem; i wander around with an idiotic grin on my face that invites inquisitive looks from strangers. i am busy and important and valued in more than one place; i have purpose and definition.

and still the thing that has me the most delirious is that old forgotten swooping falling feeling.

no fool like an old fool, but at least i go into this with eyes open?

no, no i don't. i am leaping into deep shoals without any protection whatsoever.

and i don't care, so there.