shout it from the rooftops, at the top of your lungs, speak it in whispers, under breaths, caught and captured in secrecy and silence, leave it up to the stars, since the stars and destiny and faith and hope draw together, come fate into the list, and champion me to the utterence, or some such words written by billy s., but i digress, things and images that used to make me frown, now make me smile, thoughts that used to crowd and push and shove and make room by displacing others, thoughts that used to bring dispair, no longer, the opposite, the yang, the fllip side, the other side, the blackness of the white, the dawning of the night, sand between the toes on moonlit beaches, wonderings, guesses, thoughts escape and hope to be captured, and other realizations that the circles still turn, the rings still complete, and starting points and ending points and starting points again, albeit a different vantage point, a different viewpoint, but the same things to look at