just waking up

gad, i feel like I'm waking up from a hangover. That poem hurt. Or maybe it's the two cups of black tea that this relatively caffeine-less body digested. My mind was buzzed all day. Though my body was all relaxed. Feels kind of good!

There are martial artists that do hilot/healing. My teacher practices some hilot. You can't tell the difference between when he's injuring you and when he's healing you. It hurts like hell both ways. But when he's healing, you can feel the heat emanate from you, and you feel good (once the pain subsides), like something has been released, like something let go, set free.

Maybe that's what I've been feeling. The release of this poem, set free.