of murtabak, prata and teh tariks.

stuff what my brain's been telling me (for quite a while now), today was therapy.

awesome weather. weeds taller than me.

telepathically willing dogs to attack each other.

getting totally disorientated and entering another 'dimension' (haha).

just talking, laughing.

just you being you and me being me.

and above all, just hangin' out.

on my part, it was with a clear conscience, there was no tugging at anybody's heartstrings, nothing complicated of that sort.

it was just like old times, and it was good.

not that i 'lost' you along the way..and not like we 'fell out' or anything like that, but i think both space and time-out are on their way to having served their purpose completely. for me, at least.

and so after all that's happened - the emotional turmoil, the tears and frowns (unseen, of course), and the heart-guarding - i guess what i'm really trying to say is that i have missed you, friend.

so yeah, i guess i really am okay. but if that was a blinded statement made based on the fact that i had such a good morning, then at the very least, i know i'm getting there. fer sho! :)

"..So who knows oh oh maybe I'm feeling better

And you know oh oh baby I'm getting better

And I feel alive with you

Baby I'm getting better

And I feel alright with you

Baby I'm getting there.."

- Baby I'm Getting Better, Gyroscope-