My dream came true, it did: I can access the light inside me, what little there is, can take it in my palm and study it and make it into something funny and beautiful in words that can live on a page in a book on a table for anybody in the world to find, should they desire it, for a book, like any work of art, helps you find a bit of your own light, and my light is silly, and my light is sad, and on good days, my light is true, and I can shine it now, if I apply myself and stay hydrated.
