The seatbelt confined me.
I wore the shirt you said fitted me better
With the pants you passed down to me
And the sweatshirt I took from you
Writing in the journal that you gave me
While you complained to me over the wire
And I walked on the beach, in the snow.
I loved it, And I love you all.
No matter where you are, Everyone is always connected.
And for once, I am not afraid. I will not run away.
P.S. - I'm well aware that it's ridiculously hard to take me serious with my current icon. I find it hilarious. It's so queer.