Somewhere Along The Line I'd Lost The

If You Haven't Been In A War And Are Wondering How Long It Takes To Get Used To Losing Everything You Think You Need Or Love, I Can Tell You The Answer Is No Time At All.

It Was Love, Of Course, Though I Didn't Know It Then And Finn Was Both Its Subject And Object. He Accepted Love Instinctively, Without Responsibility Or Conditions, Like A Wild Thing Glimpsed Through Trees.

When You Read A Book, The Neurons In Your Brain Fire Overtime, Deciding What The Characters Are Wearing, How They're Standing, And What It Feels Like The First Time They Kiss. No One Shows You. The Words Make Suggestions. Your Brain Paints The Pictures.

At The Time, I Didn't Have The Insight To Wonder At The Transient Nature Of Despair, But Now That I'm Older I've Seen How Little It Takes To Turn A Person's Life Around For Better Or Worse. An Event Will Do, Or An Idea. Another Person. An Idea Of A Person.

Such A Courageous Boy I Was. To Act Brazenly Under Scrutiny And Risk Further Injury To My Wounded Heart. Ah, The Resilience, The Blind, Dumb Persistence Of Youth.