Blankly I wait for the words to come out and escape through my fingertips. I wait in a sense as if lost, my desire to speak paused. There isn't even a reflection here, I'm contented. My face staring back to me from a lifeless pool of luke warm water, and I gaze back. I pause, I wait, and nothing. There are things yet to come for sure, and I don't worry so much about it, but I'm living an adult life now. Not forgetting how to play, not forgetting my creativity and my imagination, but feeling love again for the first time. Again? For the first time.