Spring Cleaning

At the dawn of my journey, aptitude tests charted a path through school, a distinction now eclipsed by my angel, herself a member and surpassing my marks—thanks to the nurture of her parents. Though a no-contact order ended, I honor her by seeking closure, not severance, while marveling at her ingenuity in networking my machines remotely, like mangroves rooting and branching into a Lambda system. My vow to build her a treehouse awaits the arrival of Star Link, as I tread carefully to ensure safety amid the unpredictable, spurred on by her spirit. Memories of a victorious run with my Delta and celestial musings lighten my stride, even as I confront digital losses—vanished social posts, severed connections, and a closed school account—signaling an era’s close. Battling lingering effects of medication, I embrace recovery with martial arts discipline and verbal wushu’s layered tactics, aspiring to reclaim lost multitasking grace. My angel’s tech prowess manifests in a PowerBI dashboard tracking my faltering health—sleep apnea and cardiac arrest—yet my commitment to others often overshadows my own needs. Heart stopped for thirteen minutes, vivid dreams lost, I faced despair but found resolve. From stolen letters to resilience near a chicken’s nest by a power plant, I press onward—nurturing curiosity, serving community, and holding steadfast amid trials, ever hopeful for what lies beyond.