Energy is Eternal Delight

-- William Blake

Energy to me, is ... I.
Unquantifiable vigour, struggling to break loose, overwhelming my own self.
Outgrowing grief and dodging tough spots. Does all this verve help?
Sometimes it does. Others, it cuts you in halves, when you want to cry and all you could do is laugh. Could give anything to wipe that smile off your face and be able to cry, endlessly.
There's nothing that hurts more than the tears that only come up to the corners of the eye and then jab their way down the throat.

yet... energy is eternal delight 'coz William Blake's a dead Poet and i'm a nobody and still alive!