Redeemed

As I return, I wonder if the sickness will return too. I have tryed and tryed to push it out of my ears as those days almost a year ago. Two years ago I was dying to be sick and now I'm living to be sane. Soon there will be a timestamp and hopefully a lock on those days. A tattoo on my back will read "Coming Home." I feel I need this symbolism to prove to myself and yes others, that I have changed and now I can come home to myself. And ironically it also means that I can be myself despite others, even though I am providing an image to prove that very fact to others. I've wanted it and like the rest of my current life, I'm going to get it.
I know that I am not the only one that hates it when someone they cannot reconize acknoledges them in a hall, but I would still like to bet that there are less than fifty percent who feel that pure dread when they eventually put a name to a face. And that is how I saw Steven Spann today.
He looked awfully different with a full nights sleep behind him. I think this was the first time I've seen him at an appropriate hour, with out him having to repremand me. Lately, I think I have been indeed happy, refelctive maybe, but happily so. However, I still faked a smile. There is no way I would give him the impression that I was some how going to get in trouble again. I'm back, and I'm gonna stay for good.