i feel new; the old new

i remember this feeling, resembling when my head was all mine, not full to the brim of another.
it's freeing, independence, confidence in my own tactile sensations.
the old can feel fresh and clean again.
fine, light, above and surpassing.
like a whisp
like the transparent fingers of angels tossing my hair around in the last few minutes of falling sunlight.

c.