Joy

In being alive and present though not everyone is.

Floor

I feel stuck to the floorboards. Where is my beginning? Where is my ending? Which sandals of the vandals will I step on later? People give the opposite effect too much credit and it irritates my irrigation system so terribly.

What

Am I even doing? Everyone has such a sure idea of how to carry themselves through life. Meanwhile I’m bobbling around with some sort of identity crisis half the time. God I wish I knew the simplest of secrets. It really would help if I was just better informed about where my likelihood would make me less misunderstood. It’s such a pain.

WELL HEY NOW

Never before have I felt so good about myself. Usually when I look down on someone I’ll be leaning back. Might as well put it horizontally on a plane because I was sleeping in pure mirth that I wasn’t contained.