My heart beats again. I stand here alive with energy. Some days my heart is like driftwood floating in from every which direction. And some days it beats calmly. Something is different lately. There is calming. I read your letters you leave me. I wait for them. I desire to be there with you in your world. To understand and share in the struggles. To walk the road with you, to breath the air you breath. I am here. The driftwood only brings me part of what I need. But what little I know, I am at peace. And for that thank you.