…and, here we are again. floating? sinking? i dunno…
i feel ok. i always do.
so what is bothering me?
in its most elemental sense, i am the guy wearing a red shirt. it looks white to you, but…you, are, wrong. my shirt is me. and for me. it keeps my back warm, or covers my head…protecting me from the rain and sun! so…i will pick the color. i will drink my coffee. i will sing songs to those whom i wish. i will dance in my own time. i will stop to feel to the breeze…i will not care what time it is. ever. i will laugh a lot. but…
but…
i will share.
i will share everything.
nothing is real…without someone to share it with.
