You're my first witness, and I'm here to stay

"I performed in my underwear..."
"Again?"

*smile*
I like teaching my kids.
I want a co-director credit.
Here's hoping!


Going through photo's on DeviantArt gives me faith in humanity. There is GOOD out there. Joy. Love. Play. I like this. Sometimes I can't find it... do I search in the wrong places? Just once I'd like to see somebody else playing puddle jump, or don't-step-on-the-cracks or... anything. What happened to playing in public? Public happiness; is it taboo these days...?

.....I need a unicycle.

You're walking, walking, walking, walking, walking away....

I get it now.

Sort of.

I'm happy.

But, it feels like I'm lying to myself.... because, is happiness possible?
I mean, being this happy actually feels wrong.
It's like I miss the intensity and the "I can't think because I'm feeling so damn much" of being miserable.

That doesn't seem right.



Trust
Acceptance
Learning
Thinking
Physical feeling


Shit. I think I'm obtaining enlightenment.