Always high, another adventure, another change of pace. Never a high without a low, don’t forget that. Constant change. The only constant is change. Living my life while writing the book of my life. Am I inside or am I outside? Intensely part of the moment while intensely holding onto the creation of the moment, the documentation of the moment. Anxious, mad, euphoric, lascivious. Where will I be tomorrow? Who will I be tomorrow? Who will be there tomorrow? Friendship, the musical chair game of friendship. Floating in and out of your life, omens. Learning love, learning to love, loving. Sleep, no sleep. Waking to yourself laughing. Waking to yourself in tears. Trigger happy, oral fixations. Feeling small feels better. I want to feel without thought. Four-fifths under the surface, one-fifth projecting in open air. Silent war, I’m afraid of what I might say. You’ll wake up, you’ll grow up. No. Don’t read this. Just look at the pretty pictures of a life you can only imagine I live and leave a message after the beep.