Following that Feeling Straight Through

Against a blue sky
A black shadow flies by
I guess he's got some place to go
Some mission's callin'
No high ground can slow him
The miles flash by down below

A lot of funny things were happening now, to me. The ones that you couldn't, and didn't so much laugh at. Funny, how just at that time, the one were I was sure Wesley and Cordy and I were just going to let the old ghosts drift through us, never really to talk about them again...we didn't let them. We fought them, and talked all at the same time. Maybe because we knew that no matter how much we didn't talk, we would always think. Maybe because we had to. Or the better maybe, the one my heart told me was true? It was because we wanted to.

Funny how that hug I was so sure couldn't ever go on long enough, not for what we all seemed to need, had come to a soft, natural conclusion all it's own. That was just...right. Their arms had been just right.

And funny how when things start going right again, you want them to keep going that way. Funny how you want to follow the warmth in your heart to wherever it takes you. To its most natural conclusion. I felt braver, more assured. Because I, and it...whatever that might mean...felt right. And I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been charged with a message. Whatever the few somethings were that had been left unsaid downstairs maybe, I was supposed to carry with me.

Or maybe I just wanted to talk...share. All I knew was that my feet kept moving in a familiar direction.


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