And again, and again

Stop, quit, burn bridges. Do whatever you do. Do what you must and what you shouldn't. But remember to be present, and love, …and come back.

Something like the first puff after a long break. Or a cup of coffee after coffee celibacy. I guess. I don't know, because I don't really remember what it feels like.

But hitting the keys again after a long break feels like something special, forbidden, and new again.