(no subject)

There comes a lot of congratulating even though the paperwork is not complete -- no doubt she will mark "behaviour" as the charge against me...no more a stain on my record than a tattoo on my forehead ...but that is the price of my freedom. And last night as always I willed for the dreams to come, but they did not without far more coercion. Even still, hate disperses once more into the realm of abstraction and anger subsides a little. I have returned to the place of the untainted truth. Freedom is golden, but it is a burden at first. I think that maybe I have finally done something right.