Beautiful, sad; real. For no good reason, I think I was anticipating something more fluffy and light-hearted, but it was a good experience, and a more valuable one to me in this way. It feels at once heavy and inspirational.

I want to cling. I don't want to cling.
When I can help it, I want to ride the waves, and will do so with grace at times, and clumsiness at other times. I'll resist, and then I'll lovingly embrace my self who wants to resist, whose hands will open slowly, and clumsily embrace my gracefulness, and gracefully embrace my clumsiness.