Moments of pure beauty abound. They exist nowhere but my mind and are seen only by me. Fleeting as they are beautiful and precious as any victory or achievement I earned in my past life. I feel like learning haiku; I want to paint, to draw, to scream, anything to show the world what it is staring it in the face and yet what so few seem to see.
I glimpse moments of pure peace. Stillness seen through raging clouds, quickly obscured by the writhing mass of my thoughts. My eyes start to swell even now. nothing can describe the happiness and sadness that dwell in this space. Cancer is a harsh teacher, but the lessons are those of gods.